A week passes by in a blur.

The days don’t feel separate anymore. Bright mornings turn into pinkish skies before I can even tell. I stopped keeping track of time a few days ago. I wake up, eat, walk, sleep and repeat.

I remain in the villa, sometimes I visit the pool side and gaze far away. The water is always still like it hasn’t been touched in years. I sit there longer than I mean to, letting my thoughts drift with the waves I imagine.

It’s an endless sea and a bunch of trees that ...