I don't know how to reward your presence for its mischief with me. It comes to me when I don't want to see anyone, when I don't want to drown in memories, when I just want to lay my head on the pillow and dream that I'm above a wandering cloud in the labyrinths of the sky. Look! There he is standing in front of the mirror, waiting for the moment my consciousness fades to come and slap me with the nostalgia.