With my keen sense of smell, I can sense the pastries in the kitchen.
I've just woken up, and the aromas are stimulating my hunger. Even more than what actually my body feels.
The other side of the bed is empty, the sheets cold, a sign that Leo has left long ago. Maybe even breakfast isn't warm anymore. But it must be delicious!
Since there isn't any promise of steamy sweets, just barely warm food, I take my time in the shower. The rest of the evening is spent waiting for Leo.
I can go out and look for him. But I would probably be a hindrance to the people working outside.
And I'm not in a state to assist. Every single thought in my mind needs a whole minute to build a shape. My tiredness makes reasoning more difficult, and I wouldn't be of any help.
The only things that still work are my taste buds. The pastries are delicious. My favourite is the one with blueberry jam. Even though chocolate is always welcome on my table.
