Give me a realistic picture of the next chapter of a story: The dawn in Santa Lu

Give me a realistic picture of the next chapter of a story: The dawn in Santa Lucia brought with it a fresh and gentle breeze that crept through the windows of the old buildings. The first rays of the sun illuminated Marc's room, filling her with a warmth she hadn't felt in a long time. He woke up slowly, feeling a strange but welcome peace. He could still hear the echo of his thoughts from the night before., and for the first time, He didn't feel the urge to rush through his routine to distract himself from them.. Marc sat on the bed, looking at the half-lit room, and smiled to himself. It was a new day, and he felt like he was finally starting to understand what Lena had told him.: It didn't have to be the Marc that everyone expected, but the Marc he wanted to be. He got up, He showered and dressed in his usual neat style, but this time, looking in the mirror, He felt a little more comfortable with the image he saw.. When he left his room, found Lena in the kitchen, again. I was making coffee, as I did every morning, and the sight of her there, in the middle of the morning tranquility, It gave him a feeling of familiarity that comforted him.. -Good morning —dijo Marc, approaching the counter. Lena smiled back., offering him a hot cup of coffee. -Good morning. How do you feel today?? Marc took the cup and took a sip before answering.. The warmth of the coffee woke him up completely., and allowed him to focus his thoughts. "I feel fine," he finally said.. Better than I've felt in a long time, In fact. Lena watched him, as if evaluating his sincerity, and then nodded approvingly. —I'm glad to hear that.. You seem more relaxed today.. Marc nodded, feeling that Lena's words were true. There was a lightness inside him that he couldn't deny.. —I was thinking about what we talked about yesterday —he continued—. On stopping running away from my past and starting to accept it. And I think I'm ready to give it a try.