Adieu

I woke up this morning. And I smelled my hair. It smelled sea. I closed my eyes but the sun went through the curtains of my room and through the curtains of my eyes. I had light in my dark. I stretched, I lightly smiled.
I got off my bed. Barefoot, I sought for water to recover. I washed my face, my teeth. And with wet hands I cooled off my skin- neck, arms, back.
I crossed my way to the kitchen. I needed coffee. Not to wake up, but to taste. The heat had already started to cook my summer fruits. A smell of marmalade was all around me.
I yawned.
The telephone rang. “Hello?”. No answer. “Who is this please?”. No answer. Silence on my behalf. Again. “Who is this?”. No answer.
It must be my nightly ghost, bidding adieu.