this Sunday morning

this morning I sent off my mum going to her husband’s house. this morning I sent off my brother going on his adventure trip. this morning I was left alone at home. As usual.

I turned on the music, Adhitia Sofyan’s songs were played. I did some chores, threw out some expired foods from the fridge. Swept the floor. Washed the dishes from last night while my cat was watching me from the table.

This kind of Sunday morning.

Alone but calming. My head was empty. I was enjoying the present moment since no one looking for me. Here, I am only with me. I always be there for myself when people feel like an illusion.