When I look at the dining area, I see you with my Beatles mug daintily eating the breakfast you’re not used to eat because you’re not a breakfast person but you’re eating it anyway because I asked you to.
Then the bathroom outside the master’s bedroom… I see you singing a random song before closing the door shut. Then I looked again and saw you went out with a towel draped on a shoulder, smiling at me as if we have not seen each other for days instead of ten minutes…
In the kitchen I saw us that night when we drank too much I got drunk and we shared a deep passionate kiss in the middle of that little room… I see you whispering in my ear, promising me you’ll be coming home to me soon and assuring me that we are going to make it work no matter what… Hell, I can’t even look outside the veranda without seeing you with my old guitar, green bottles of Soju and your lighted cigar.
When I went up back to my bedroom I saw you sleeping on the bed, looking so serene and beautiful… Suddenly, I was greeted by the early morning summer breeze and as if my brain is playing tricks on me this morning, I promptly caught the scent of your Strawberry Tobacco vape out of nowhere too.