REMEMBER (l.s)

dream... or reality?

I'm sitting on a familiar couch.. The one from Louis' apartment. I don't know what I'm doing here, alone. Usually Louis is here with me. It is his house.

Well I guess it's mine as well, but it's been his for years. I haven't lived here for a long time.

I look around the room to find something I didn't see before when I came here. Maybe something has changed from the last time I was here.

I put my hands on my knees and rub them on the fabric, feeling my hands start to heat up in the process. I don't stop though.. it keeps my mind off of whatever is going on. 

I look around but I don't see anything out of place or new. Everything is relatively the same way it was before. The couch I'm sitting on is a light beige with many different decorative pillows covering it.

There is a blue blanket hung on the side of it.. funny enough it's my favorite blue. I smile at that.

I feel a fluffy type of fabric on the bottom of my feet and I look down. The rug is getting slightly darker from where my feet were. I put the fabric back in its rightful place, turning the once darker spot to the original shade.

The carpet has many different patterns on it but the ones you find to be very comforting. The patterns bring a sense of coziness to the apartment. It just fits.

I look on the walls, seeing what they have to offer. They are filled with many pictures of familiar faces, some look like mine. I can't see them though.. it's as if they are deformed. Kind of like my paintings.

I stand up, trying to get a better look of them when I accidentally bump into something. I look down at what my lanky legs hit and I realize it was the coffee table.

I'm about to turn away from it, forget the slight pain in my legs just to look at the picture, when I see something on the table that catches my eye.

There. Right.. there.

Two mugs.

Why are there two? I'm alone, no??

I go to sit back down and reach for one. The steam is filling up the air with the pleasant smell of my favorite type of tea. It makes me remember the time at the cafe.

I laugh softly, mostly breathing out. 

I place the mug down gently and instead reach for the other one. There is lettering on this one. Well.. there are numbers. Not letters.

09/28 is written on the side of the mug in bold lettering. Blue and green mismatching with each number. 

The color of our eyes.. ha. That is actually pretty cute. What I don't understand though.. is the date?

What is the significance of that?

I shake my head, trying to get rid of the thoughts taking over every inch of it and lean forward, about to put the mug back down onto the table.. when the scent hits me.

Yorkshire tea.

I wonder what that's doing here when I am alone right now. Maybe he-

Any thought of Louis not being here gets thrown out the window when I hear a familiar voice fill the air.

It's distant.. but near.

It sounds like he's singing. I get up and follow the angelic voice. With each step I take I get closer and closer to him.. hearing the lyrics loud and clear.