I got up at 5 am, and went downstairs to watch a movie by myself.

It's a peaceful time of the day. 5 am on a Saturday is typically very quiet.

"Conversation with Other Women" put me in a sentimental mood.

I am a sentimental person to begin with, so the film just accentuated that aspect of me.

I was particularly sentimental about my son this morning. After he woke up, I carried him like a baby to the living room to have breakfast, and I spoon-fed him myself. Pretty soon, he wouldn't want me to feed him anymore.

I am missing the past when the past is still the present.