…early morning, Donata quietly unlocks the door, slowly takes off her high heels, standing on tiptoe, carrying her shoes in her hands, and goes up to the top floor of the house, which is currently empty. Once upstairs, she puts on her black high heels again, slowly and gently touches her strong calves, as if enjoying the result of her daily training and returning to the night of dancing in her thoughts. She closes her eyes, smiles. She opens her eyes, gently touches her collarbones and thinks that she is not wearing any jewelry, that her jewelry this time is her wonderfully pronounced collarbones. The sun that appears gently caresses her, it is good for her to enjoy the warmth of the sun after the cold days and the recently melted snow outside. She hugs herself and starts to sway lightly, the music is still ringing in her ears and she starts to dance, she has fun and feels good, then it becomes funny to her that her husband and daughters are sleeping on the first floor, and she is dancing alone and without music. She starts to laugh, just giggle, she is not afraid at all and does not worry that her laughter may wake her husband and daughters, she has fun. She feels like a woman, beautiful, attractive, desirable. She is perfectly aware that her body is beautiful, that she is feminine, sexy. She goes to the mirror and looks at herself. She enjoys the decision that for many years she tried to do all the work and worries herself and alone, finally, at the age of 40, she was able to share some of the work and worries with her husband, who especially naturally and positively accepted her such decisions, he loves her and enjoys her femininity and the ability to be useful, necessary for his wife and daughters.
Donata grabs her hair and easily pulls it up, pins it. Then she changes from her dress into a cozy favorite sweater, settles down cozy and comfortable on the sofa. She thinks that how she wants coffee now. She takes out her phone and writes her husband an SMS message. MY LOVE, I LOVE YOU, I AM UPPER FLOOR AND I REALLY WANT COFFEE FROM YOUR HANDS, PREPARED WITH LOVE. …she puts a heart at the end of the text, wraps herself up even cozier in her sweater and waits, smiling, because she has already smelled the coffee rising up…

DONATA