Morning, sunbeams on my face, hearing splashing waves on the other side of the open window which with the help of wind blew in a faint smell of salt. I opened my crimson eyes and looked at the wooden roof. The wooden roof that was a part of my and Jomeis beach house. Our very own beach house, that we have own for several months by now. I thougth back to when we just bougth the house. Or rather, when I bougth the house. My loved Irishman didn’t had any money to contribute with, while I, back then