She woke up in the bathtub; her hairstyle was still intact, her lipstick hadn't smudged, and her clothes were perfectly in place. It was as if she had simply alighted there after floating in through the skylight at the side of the room. Everything was too perfect. She moved her body; nothing hurt. Her neck felt no strain from the awkward position—quite the opposite, in fact; she felt relaxed. She looked over the rim. There sat the glass, still untouched; the cocktail, with its slice of pineapple, was still cold. It was all very strange. Damn the temptations of a Saturday night that ended like this on a Sunday morning.
Amaneció en la bañera, el peinado aún intacto, el lápiz labial sin deslizarse de su boca, las prendas en su lugar. Todo parecía como que se hubiera posado ahí, después de deslizarse flotando a través de la claraboya que está a un costado de la habitación. Todo está demasiado perfecto. Ella mueve su cuerpo. No le duele nada. El cuello no se resiente de la posición forzada, si no que al contrario, se siente relajada. Mira más allá del borde. Ahí está la copa aún intacta, el coctel con un trozo de piña aún está frío. Todo es muy raro. Malditas las tentaciones de un sábado en la noche que terminan así un domingo en la mañana.
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