"No, I'm fine," Tabby Teller put down the loquat syrup and stood up: "Time for bed, good night!"
"Good night, big brother Tabby, what would you like for breakfast tomorrow morning?"
"Anything."
Mom watched Tabby Teller head back to his room.
When Tabby Teller was closing the door, he instinctively looked back and saw Mom was still staring at him; he nodded politely and then closed the door.
The large living room was left with Mom alone, feeling empty inside.
Sigh… Time to wake up from this daydream.
Mom carried a glass of water back to her room, lay on the bed, her mind filled with the mature and stable face of Tabby Teller.
The more she thought, the less she was able to sleep. She buried her head in the quilt, forcing herself to sleep.
While Mom couldn't sleep upstairs, Tabby Teller was having the same trouble downstairs.
Desires that had been dormant for many years seemed to all awaken at once, overwhelming even a man of his usually sober desires.
