一直在玩

温柔的晨光，微凉的空气，身边的爱人，苏醒，懒腰，流水声，刷牙声，一天开始的交谈，早餐，出门。“我经常跟自己玩一个游戏。闭上眼睛，只闻到气味，听到声音。然后冒充自己回到了从前的地方。”气温有同样的气场。当气温回到了那一个点，整个人，整个精神都回到了那一个点，皮肤的触觉是开关。

秋日的晨光洒在厨房的瓷砖台上，水池上，墙上，窗台的吊兰上，绿白相间的叶子闪闪发亮。心情很好，在一天结束之前，缺一个拥抱之前，连自己都不会察觉那么明朗的好心情里原来藏着忧伤。

"It was a Thursday morning. You were wearing that ratty little Dartmouth T-shirt you look so good in. The one with the hole in the back of the neck. You'd just washed your hair and you smelled like some kind of flower. I was running late for surgery. You said you were gonna see me later and you leaned to me, you put your hand on my chest and you kissed me. Soft. It was quick, kinda like a habit. You know, like we'd do it every day for the rest of our lives. You went back to reading the newspaper and I went to work. That was the last time we kissed."

Like we'd do it every day for the rest of our lives.  我们身处其中的时候，常常有这样的错觉。

饱足假期结束。