This morning I made breakfast like the past 14 days...

...but I dont know to whom shall I served it to...

I wish you would be coming out behind that bathroom door, put on your clothes, and actually eat the breakfast..

half an hour pass, but you're still not out yet,and the breakfast turned cold.

then it strucked me I'm actually back in my freakishly-newly-painted hostel room

I want to go back and let you finish the breakfast...

p/s: cliche, you know