‘’tis been sometime since I’ve woken up, ‘s just that I ain’t open my eyes...want to think some minutes before getting into monotony again; its wrong if you may be thinking I hate it, monotony I mean. I quite like it anyways, change is always fun when it changes monotony, constant change is no change at all. My first date since you know, that day. Had some dates that’s true, but they needn’t be considered as real ones...some chatting, maybe a kiss or two, something banal not a big deal really. Tis diff’rent now, I really like this guy you know what I mean: it’s not his eyes, or his smile...or his voice, it’s like a conjuction of all o’this facts, physicall, intellectual (much more of the second one I must confess), I’m atracted though, he’s not a monter, he’s eyes tell me something and I canot understand, and I love his hands. But it’s his thinking I adore, deffinitely. Gee, time to wake up, soon I’ll see him and I want to look fresh, relaxed and happy. Oh! and I went shopping yesterday, new wardrobe always atracts my good moods.
So the day happened quick (happened and not ocurred, as something happens when it’s so quick and unespected as today’s been) I say, it passed so light I didn’t notice but when friends told me the sun was gone and wasn’t I cold? then just some minutes maybe and ‘course I was gonna taste each sec...
Then he calls me, my God how I love his voice, yeah ‘course no problem. As his granny’s birthday was today and he just remebered that las minute, excuse, i-m-not-in-the-mood face of me, my friends needn’t ask me the reason