Non-espresso kopi.
The Singaporean accent.
The humidity hanging in the air.
Cable TV.
The familiar sunset over the colored shophouses.
The smell of the night air on my run.
My bed.
Family and friends.
I feel like I've been away for too long, and away for too short a period, all at the same time.
Everything's good, though waking up in my own bed felt a little unfamiliar for a few disoriented moments.
I need to readjust. Goodbye cocoon, hello reality.
I'm still horribly lethargic. Updated posts of my last days in Paris would have to wait.
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