I sit on a different bed, typing on the familiar keys, in a different room, in a different house, with different folks, than my family and my own house.
It's a whole new world. The only way to take it in, is to not think about it, and get lost in the immediate present time stamp of life. I have a dressing table in front of me, a door on my East, curtains on my West, and a headboard on my back.
I never had a dressing table.
A huge makeup box sits on the dressing table, black in color. It has a combination lock.
And it contains a mountain of stuff. Stuff I put on nearly every day for the past 1 week and 2 days now.
I wake up - get ready - go to a lunch/dinner - come back - sleep.
Wake up - get ready again ... the cycle continues.
A child cries in the background right now. A child who calls me by my name, and eats his dinner on the bribe that Uni is going to clap when he finishes his dinner. And he eats up. Quickly.
Life as I knew it... is no longer there.