You woke up in your new white bed sheets, in a room designed in a modern minimalism idea. In a house you’re investing in since you started working overseas. You woke up in the sound of your dog barking randomly at something like what always happen everyday. On your bedside table, you have a plant that was given by your nice workmate, a future bff-maybe. Or from your staff in your good business. Then you have your phone, blinking green led light and then realizing who sent the text. Then on the other bedside table comes with books, piled from one and to another (atleast 5 of them). On top of the books, your reading glasses exists because you believe contact lenses suck big time.

You’re inside the Carrie-Bradshaw-Inspired Room, just with different colors since you’re feminine side is not dominant in your genes. Your workdesk placed near the window where you can check what’s going on outside.

Everything is peaceful, quiet. Like things have fallen into places, even just for a while.

Then you hear someone singing a familiar song as footsteps came louder. Him bringing a sandwich and water on a tray which he later on placed on your workdesk as if he never knew you hate it when food is in your workzone. He lay beside you wrapped his arms around your waist. Just like that, everything seems okay even with the silence. With this, you think nothing could get any better than this.

Who knows when, who knows where and who know who? I just want this.

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