The bed was too soft. The cheap foam felt rough against my skin. I can still feel the dry rough texture of that cheap foam bed. The bed sheets felt equally dirty. As I pulled it closer to my face i could smell the sweat. It wasn’t off but definitely didnt smell any better. I opened my eyes. But it was as dark as night. I couldn’t say what time it was. The blinds on my studio were on. The blinds in the room was a metal shutter like those used to lock shops and restaurants from the outside. Pale cream in colour. I could see it was morning as the light entered from below my door a few feet from the bed. A thin band of bright sunshine. I lay there thinking why should i get up. I lay there in the early winter cold. The cheap foam and and my thin bed cover gave me chills. I picked up my Ipod touch to see what time it is. Or rather what day it is. The marijuana that i smoked made me lose track of days. 11.38 Saturday morning in october. That what it said. Sunday! A good day. No work today. I sat up straight on my bed. What should I do today. Maybe I will wash all my clothes. Maybe I will Clean the studio. Maybe I will clean all the dishes. The tiny holes in the shutter gleamed in the of a tiny ray of light. I held my hand out to catch one. I felt the warmth of the sun. In the darkness I stumbled around to find the lever to open the blinds. I kept slapping my hands against the wall. The rough yet smooth wall felt cold. I felt a shiver run down my spine. Right in the corner where the window ended and the wall began i found the lever. I turned it vigorously the blind cracked first and then with a loud screech it gave way to the morning sunlight.
Blinding light quickly filled my dirty apartment. My took a while to adjust to the light. But within seconds I saw the day. It was beautiful. The sun shone bright and yet it was not hot. The wind blew hard. The chill quickly hit my face. My skin tingled. I stood up and took a long yawn and stretched my body. Still clueless I lost all the will to do anything. The washing or the cleaning. I wandered aimlessly for a while and then I hit upon an idea. I Will clean my bicycle. I quickly started to look for my morning cigarettes. There in the corner it lay. I quickly rolled one. The tobbacco was old and dry. It became powdery the moment I tried to roll it. My hands were so dry that I could not grip the paper to roll it. I wet my hands a little with my breath. A little more traction. I ran to my Bicycle and took it out. Turned it upside down and started to clean the spokes.
A while went by then I suddenly heard someone in the adjascent buiding on the second floor drying some clothes. A towel came first. I couldn’t see who it was. I watched from the corner of my eye. Then a shiny green quilt came. There she was. My heart stopped. I didnt know what to do. I was shy. I wanted to shout out to her. But mouth dried up. I gave up as quickly as the thought came into my head. I kept quiet. And then I heard a voice. “is that your bicycle” I looked up and it was her. A blue Tshirt and a short jeans skirt. I said “yes” She asked What you doing?” I said “Oh nothing just wasting time” I asked “Did you have any lunch” she said “yeah something” I said “ok” ” I am making *&*^& food you are can come if you want” she said “no its ok” I said “Its ok, please come, I dont make good food, Its not many times that you get to eat Bad %%&^*an food” she smiled ( and I almost died) she said ok..
I need to make food quickly. she is coming. She is coming… She is really coming. Is this true. Is this really happening.
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