“No one was more elegant than she was at sleeping, with a dancer´s torsion and a hand on her forehead, but there was also none fiercer than her when someone interrupted her sensuality of believing herself still asleep when she wasn´t. Dr. Urbino knew she was aware of the slightest noise he would make, and that she would even have thanked him for it, to have someone to blame for waking her at five in the morning. So much so, that the few times he had to grope his way in darkness because he couldn´t find his slippers in their usual place, she suddenly said with a voice between dreams: “You left them in the bathroom last night”. Presently, her voice awoke in anger, she cursed:
“The worst disgrace of this house is that sleeping is impossible here”
Then she rolled in the bed, turned on the light without any mercy whatsoever for herself, happy with her first victory of the day. Ultimately, it was a game for them both, mythical and perverse, and consequently comforting: one of the many dangerous pleasures of domesticated love. But one of these trivial games became the reason that the first thirty years of their life together was about to end, because one day like any other there was no soap in the bathroom
” Gabriel García Márquez – Love in the time of cholera - (Editorial Bruguera, 1985)