I recalled that sober afternoon vividly.
That day, we were lying on the bed,
you were sound asleep.
When I was young, my family would visit my grandparents in the weekends.
Every afternoon, the adults would nap, but I would just lay on the bed solemnly.
A cool wind would keep me company, and on that day, the same wind returned,
as I lay on the bed, watching you sleep.