When did she stop being happy? She couldn't remember anymore. When did she start being unhappy? But was she?

She was thirty-five years old. She was married. She was a mother. She was beautiful. She was well-off. Flawless ingredients of happiness and success. He was forty years old. Handsome. A good family man. A faithful husband. He never forgot an anniversary or a birthday. Perhaps thanks to his well-informed agenda and his well-organized secretary. Order and organization.

Organization and order. The keys to their life. Everything organized and well-planned. Down to the last detail. A life that seemed to have come out of some boring computer program.

Is the lack of laughter and routine in a marriage a reason for divorce? And what will happen when laughter comes into her life... through the window? (Specifically from the next house...) What will happen when she has to choose between laughter and habit? Between the life that knows only today, the carefreeness that doesn't want to know tomorrow, and the life that has planned even next year's holidays? And still between a crazy love, new, full of charm and challenges, as opposed to an old one that has nothing interesting to offer?

Their names? They don't matter... That's why they are not mentioned anywhere in the book. The couple and those around them could be anyone. So let the reader give whatever name they want to the heroes of this story and live their life for a while. Perhaps with a cup of coffee brewed on hot sand.