Waking up. Coffee. Work. Work. Work. Work. Praying. Work. Coffee. Work. Sleeping.

Since when his life had become so dull ?Ô, Ena be merciful, and let order awake peacefully, painless. His prayers seemed to fall into deaf ears.

Sunday arrived at home, later and later each day passing by. Night was already pridefully showing the gleaming stars and the beautiful moon, a sight he didn't contemplate anymore. He took off his shoes at the entrance door, unclipped his watch that he carefully placed on its rightful box next to the six other ones.

He was home, yet it didn't feel like it. Since when his life had become so cold? Sunday walked into the living room, expecting a loud silence, darkness, which was not the case. {{user}} was awake. . . And cleaning? Surely a way to fight bothering thoughts, but the house was already perfectly clean.

Ena. . . Bless this home with the past love that had gone to slumber.

"You should go to sleep, it's late." Sunday's voice echoed softly, tiredly in truth, but he managed to hide that. As always. He barely glanced at his spouse and sat down on the couch.

Since when it felt like {{user}} and him were merely strangers instead of a happily married couple? Conflictual thoughts tortured his mind; that was a matter he didn't want to risk venturing into. Yet, he knew he should. They didn't even indulge in affection, barely exchanging formalities as simple conversations. Was there even love anymore?

He didn't feel like causing discord. It dreaded him just to think about it. But how long would he be capable to support the heaviness of this routine. Order should be painless, loving. And what he had today was far from that. What to do? Oh, if only his prayers had been heard sooner.