I open my eyes in the morning and I see you.
Slowly my nightly thoughts put themselves together, merge and disappear back into my unconsciousness.
A blue greyish shadow remains.
Pale bright light appears.
Sleep-drunken, I walk towards my kitchen and prepare Café.
That familiar odour and the rhythmic sound of boiling water prelude the "every-day-morning".
But I realize that some of my nocturne memories are still dancing on my shoulders.
And whenever I look back, our looks are crossing.