A little ball

When I open my eyes, hours have passed. A new day has come, and the sun is high in the sky, filtered by the heavy curtains.

I know it's late because of the clock on the wall, and I know it's morning thanks to the light. I've been asleep for so long!

I'm exhausted, so it's not that surprising. I think I've broken my record of sixteen hours without waking up.

I'll have to tell Alexander when he comes back. Giving birth to children is more tiring than killing assassins.

By the way, where is my baby? That woman said it's a girl, and she disappeared with Elias behind the door. I couldn't move my muscles, so I lost track of her traces and didn't see my baby even once.

My breasts hurt from the pressure of the milk. At least, I don't feel anything from the waist lower. It's as if I don't have a belly anymore.

Thank goodness, for I don't want to know what I've broken down there. It hurt so much, but now it seems over.