As usual, I woke up at 1 PM, brushed my teeth and had a 3-minute lazy bath. Wore my favourite brown colour half trousers and a loose yellow tee-shirt. Smoked one cigarette before having my lunch and continued to find new ways to waste this precious thing called time.
I moved to my window and watched the trees in the courtyard, crowned with yellow flowers. I tried to feel its smell and refreshing vibes, but couldn't. I lit another cigarette and threw a glance outside. I saw him standing at the closed gate, staring. I wonder how long has he been standing there. He waved his hands whilst I took another puff. He gestured me to come outside, but I stood there still and finished my cigarette. He was still there, smiling. Ha, his patience. One of the few things I love about him.
I quickly made a messy buddha bun and walked towards the gate, hands in pockets, numbness on the face. I remember my slippers making a sound as if they were as disturbed as I was. I felt the fallen flowers crushing under my feet. The same yellow flowers I wanted to feel a couple of minutes ago.
We walked for a minute and finally sat on a tiny wall, the two of us side by side, after ages, I felt.
"Where is your phone, I was trying you for the last two days?"