Emptiness

Since the bf and the dog is out this weekend, I have the whole flat for myself. So it means the whole place is tidy and clean (which is not kept when the boys are home). You know the dog shed its fur and the bf does not put his glasses and/or plates in the dishwasher.

But I am not happy right now. I miss them. I feel empty without them. I cannot wait till they come back from the trip. I promise that I am not going to complain again.

This post is my response to The Daily Post Photo Challenge, State of Mind.