Vodka and Orange Juice

The whole house smelled like her, like her essence. Every part of the house I could go to made me remmember about her: every corner, every little space, every wall,… was stained of her essence. I went to the kitchen: I had to prepare something to eat, I hadn’t eatten anything in three days, and even if I wasn’t hungry, I knew I had to eat. I prepared toasts and orange juice, but I had no grip to eat …so I entertained myself breaking the toasts in small pieces and uncounscously writing something like your name with them. I realised about what I was doing, and knew it wasn’t good, “I don’t love her! I don’t!” I tried to say to myself, but it was useless, so I throw the dish away and it felt in the floor, leaving in it lots of crumbs in chaos that formed the shape of your slim, your essence. Already tired of myself, I tried to drink the orange juice, but it was to soft for the momment, so I added it some vodka. Vodka, the vodka you drunk these night. We two drunk too much, but I can remmember nearly everything.