But you'd think that when I wake up every morning, I wouldn't roll over and look at her and think, "She's going to say, 'Who are you, and who gave you that side of the bed?'
Pero cada mañana, al despertarme, no dejo de darme vuelta, mirarla, y pensar que dirá: "¿Quién eres, y quién te dio ese lado de la cama?