You sit on the living room sofa, daydreaming: He always comes home late and even now it's 12 o'clock at night The sound of the door opening, and closing again, He is there standing with his right hand removing the tie from his neck, the smell of another woman's perfume makes you suspicious

He breathed in frustration, untied the tie from his neck. those eyes look into your eyes, making eye contact with him "I am home.. "