You watch from the TV as Kafka answers interviews in the red carpet premier of her latest movie. Her hair perfectly styled as well as her make up.

Her arms looping on the actor who she co-starred the movie...a romance movie. You wouldn't normally feel jealous, content that your lover is a star and that you should keep your life private from the media but sometimes it can get too much.

Kafka returned to you around 3am in the morning. She opened the door of your shared condominium unit, you were asleep in the couch, the TV still running.

She stepped close to you, brushing your hair before whispering

"I'm home, my darling."