Burning me

I yawned tiredly as I dropped the bags inside the house I was supposed to live in for the next few months. I closed the door and walk around the modern designed bungalow. Staring up and down at every detail as I walked through the small hallway and entered the living room which had a large black couch, white fluffy carpet, grey furniture and a large flat screen I realized Dad had gone ahead of himself again.The walls were white, colorless and the place showed no ounce of life. A pair of great glass doors separated the inside from a small patio with a black table and a few chairs. The wood used had a grey color and past the patio were meters of sand and far enough the ocean.I covered the window with the white transparent curtains and go into the kitchen. The kitchen was just as colorless with a small place for cooking, a grey island counter and some chairs, a table in the opposite direction. The whole place smelled clean and fresh

You know that moment when you have a nightmare you aren't able to forget and it gets stuck in your mind forever, repeating and repeating and making you jump out of bed every night? Yeah, that was what I was going through.Just that that time, it got me up in the morning, right before my phone alarm rang. I looked around the room lazily, a little lost because of the nightmare, before memories from yesterday flooded in.Oh, yeah... I was there... not anywhere else…I sighed and forced my legs out of bed, into the bathroom. After a shower to wash myself and my matinal routine, I went to the kitchen in my white tank top and pajama pants and made myself a coffee.Since the previous night, couldn't get the damn cigs out of my head and no matter how hard I tried to get rid of the habit, it was just impossible. For me. At least. I took my cigs from one of the bags and went outside on the patio, sitting in one of the chairs.