Irene teaches me three full sentences, and I love all of them. They don't sound funny like most of the vocabularies I like do, but I love them for their beauty that Irene said.

"They are meaningful." She explains when saying the long phrase the first time. "You say goodbye. You wish me luck, and you say you love me. Yes?"

"Yes!" I sing, although I can't understand much of her 'meaningful' term. It must means something really lovely, for the sound to be that adorable.

"You be good. I love you. See you tomorrow." She slowly recites. "You-be-good."

"You be good!" I sing, and she smiles.

"I love you." She continues.

"I love you!"

"See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow!" Irene encouragingly nods, when I sing the whole, long statements.

"You be good. I love you. See you tomorrow."

Irene smiles, as she and I speak together the beautiful sentences that we all love.

Every late evening, when she is about to leave her office, where I live, for her bedroom, I will say bye, and she will say back. It is a non-verbal rule between us, the wishes and goodbyes and the luck for tomorrow. After our special ceremony, I will sleep, she will sleep, and we will dream about our great time together for the next day, with banerries, nones and tomorrows.

"You be good. I love you. See you tomorrow." I ceremoniously give my farewell.

"Bye, Alex, good boy." She smiles as brightly as the sun, and close the room door. Darkness falls, with a faint light reflected from the shining stars outside the window beside my branch. I stare at them until I drift off to my sleep, awaiting the pretty tomorrow.

The tomorrow that never comes.