-Ring Ring-

Uhhh… What made that sound? Did Yasmin pull a prank on me? -Ring Ring- Oh, Yes... my alarm clock. I would slap me in the face if I weren’t so tired for not realizing that earlier. Was it already morning? I slowly opened my puffed eyes and closed them real fast again due to the bright sunlight that shone trough the louver.

I laid on the bed with the same clothes I was wearing yesterday. My arms and legs stretched out in a very uncomfortable position. My feet trapped under a snoring ball which turned out to be Yasmin. She was still sleeping also in the same clothes she wore yesterday. With her arms clinging to my feet she turned her head in her sleep. With half open mouth she let out a loud snore and I felt my shin getting wet from her spittle. Slightly disgusted but also amused I was about to wake her up and shove her together with her spittle away from my feet as she mumbled still sleeping and leaving even more spit on my shin: „Don't shoot! Don’t shoot! I didn’t steal the chocolate!“

That made me chuckle. My whole body vibrated from my raucous chuckling. I began to laugh more and more as Yasmin who woke up from my movement looked at me with a very confused expression. Her Expression was worth seeing. Once I told her under suppressed laughter what she said in sleep, she joined in on my laughing. We both just stayed like that for a while laughing and enjoying the moment while the sunlight casted bright light points on us.

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The sun were shining bright trough the small space the flowerpots of the windowsill left open to enlighten the coffee shop. It was cozy and warm. Within the smell of flowers, baked cakes and scented candles, there were a light fragrant of the sweetish toxic odor we all know from cigarettes. It smelled like childhood, childhood and happiness after a long passed winter storm.

It was still the same. Still the same cozy coffee shop as it was back then. One of the only things I was happy about that they didn’t change. The bell rang the second time as I closed the door behind us, and the play of the wind chimes that hung next to the door faded away with the stillness of the air around us. The chirping of the birds could still be perceived through the thin window panes. Tempting envelops the veil of smells and perceptions everything around us and pulls us under its spell. By this all too familiar feeling Yasmin and I exchange warm smiles, that were mirrored by the old woman who was looking up from watering the flowers on the windowsill with a small brass watering can.

„Kai, Yasmin my dear!“ The women with long grey hair braided in a bun, wan blue eyes and toned skin called. She came up to us taking both our elbows and gently guiding us to the table in the edge by the window. „How long was it that I last saw you two together! You have to come more often Yasmin my dear. Look at you, you got so skinny. You must have really missed my food!“ The Women said while taking Yasmins face in both her hands. „I surely did! It is so good to see you again Gretel!“ Yasmin said just as enthusiastic as the women. Yasmin pulled her in a hug and adjusted the flowers the old Lady had in her bun.

„That’s right Gretel! Yasmin, couldn’t be dissuaded from the idea to visit you right away the whole weekend.“ I said smiling at the old woman that was no one else than my aunt.

My Aunt who was the embodiment of all my good childhood memories. Together with Yasmin we had so many beautiful moments. She was my anchor and my roots in the storm and my light in the dark. These moments were few, but a lot to me. Gretel was a woman full of dreams. There was nothing normal in her life and thats what she wanted. She always told me that back in High School she heard someone say: „A Life is fulfilled if you’re hard working, get children, get to see your grandchildren and die in peace.“ At that moment she decided to quit school. She didn’t give a fuck about anything or anyone. Once she even lived on the street only surviving from leftover food and garbage. She traveled, and traveled and traveled because she knew there was nothing she wanted in the things society would provide for her. Her „fulfilled“ was diffrent than all the others.