When Louise arrived to perform her morning tradition she found the door already opened. As soon as the light had hit the window I was wide awake. Though I ddn't get to do real sleeping. It was more a very deep conflicted thinking that lasted a couple of hours.
- Back to your old self? - she referred to my clothes. I was wearing the ones from when I got there.
- For the time being. - looking in the mirror I felt disguised. I wasn't sure if I ever liked those clothes. Wearing a different color of flannel everyday had been fun. Louise had more clothes obviously and she insisted that I used anything other than the shirts but I liked to just wear something because it was soft. I was sad to leave them. - Are you ready to go?
- What? - that morning she wasn't using her typical overalls, but jeans, a button up and a dark green jacket. - You're not gonna have breakfast? I made tapsilog.
