She woke up,
same time she always did,
drank coffee by the kitchen window,
as she always did,
and watched her neighbour leave,
same time he always did.
It was funny.
She had seen him leave so many times.
He seemed to always be wearing the same clothes
and she couldn’t remember him ever coming back again.
This morning she followed after,
through an old rusty gate,
and then she woke up,
same time she always did.