The last impressions

   When I woke up your cat was chewing the blanket next to me.
I found it quite fair that he finally shows up he doesn't hate me.
   But you know what they say about cats -they feel.
   While trying not to bother him, I sat down in bed giving that heavy look around. Minding to catch the last impressions of your bedroom.
First the school hoodie hang behind the door. It just made me remember how we threw beer cans on the school garden the first day I was here. That blue standing there made me giggle a little bit. And then your lamp. We ended up using it a lot the past few days. The globe lamp stopped working. I like to think that the universe didn't bear our first cuddle attempt just because. So the energy spot just blew up. That memory made me laugh out.
   Then your computer where I'd rather to stare but your eyes (cause they drown me). And which keyboard I used to fix the position. You'd mess it up again just to prove me insane.
   Then your bed. Where we'd stand awkward but last night. Many things happened there. Head leaning on shoulder, hugs, awkward hugs, tight hugs, surprise hugs, bites, kissing, laughs. I even like the smurfs now.
   You were sleeping softly when I looked at it. And I saved in my memory. Your sleep. Your pale face lying sweetly on the green pillow. That trouble maker face that tricked me all the time.
I thought I'd cry my ass out when time to leave came, but not. I probably didn't assimilate yet. That you're further with each minute of today.
   But now all I can see is this road taking me home. Taking me back to reality. Taking me away from you once again.
      And I hate it. I hate it. I hate it...