Saindoux
“Tu es la première chose à laquelle je pense quand je me réveille.
Bonne journée, mon cœur!”
A bitter-sweet intonation bounces off my eardrum upon listening to French romantic phrases out the gritting unbrushed teeth.
Psychologically doesn’t match as I catch her pupils playing billiard on the ceiling, 5 meters of vacuum-cleaning my breath as I strike my palm…