What better way to start the day, then waking up to the sound of her voice?
Finally managed to drag myself off the sofa I was crashing on, after what seemed like one second of snooze. In reality it was 8.25 as I checked my clock, even as she reminded me once again it was really time to go for class. Which was 830, and about 4 tram stops away, not to mention 7 floors up. Time to RushRushRush, as the Paramore song goes. Wait, is there "C" somewhere in that?
Anyway, 9.00 am. Locked out of class. Next class? 6.30 pm. Milled around for a bit, and went for brekkie. Had to say, it wasnt the best of days at that moment. Even the scrambled eggs with salmon on toast with fetta cheese tasted a tad mundane.
As we got the bill, I happened to glance up, and all the day's worries changed when I saw her by the counter. She was beautiful, as always.
She said she was coming in March, and the world was right again. I promised to be there, and we parted ways for now.
and then I put the newspaper down.
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