The shattering sound of the broken glass woke her up! Where was she!! It took her a few seconds to gain back the composer.
The room was illuminated soothingly and she cut his legs from the broken piece of the whiskey glass. She didn't realize when she dozed off and now the room suddenly feels quieter.
The clock struck 2'o clock at night!
She had to change her dress. The rooms seemed empty. She look at the picture of him on the wall. She touched her own belly.
The blade was still shining on the table. Her hand didn't tremble anymore.
The earthquake took everything from her.