Friday Night

He is spending this cheerless Friday night alone on the sofa that belongs to a stranger. He fixes his gaze upon his black leather shoes that stand neatly against the white wooden door. He is not wondering about anything. His mind is completely blank. Soon, he will fall asleep and grind his teeth. And then, he will dream about the blossoming jasmine bush from his childhood before waking up and remembering it and missing his grandmother very much.