There you are…
Monday again… I woke up before my
alarm clock rings. It’s around 6 am. I don’t want to get up. Through my window
I just saw another overcast sky. My
bad mood started earlier this day. Anyways, I have to, I must go on with this
nonsense routine, even though I just want to do another things. I want to play
my guitar, see the ocean or just to feel the grass beneath my feet.
The alarm clock rings… here we go again. I take that ridiculous shower that can’t
even wake me up. Then, the clothes: A typical pair of trouser, a T-shirt and a
jumper. I go for breakfast, even though I know that I’d just have a cup of
coffee. I watch the TV; some strange news is appearing about a tragic accident
that occurred last night. I just focused on the time: 7:15 am. It’s time to go.
As usual, I put my earphones on, I took
my bike and I went riding. Heavy cross
by Gossip started to sound in my mp3. Nothing is better to cheer me up than
that song. I was going as fast as a rabbit running from its hunter. Suddenly, I
turned to the right in a corner and, surprisingly, a girl appeared. The crush
was tremendous. I felt down from my
bike, rolling some meters from it. I’ve just heard her falling as well.
She was the most beautiful girl I’ve
ever seen. Her eyes were blue like the sky and her hair had the most marvellous
waves I could ever experience. She was on the floor, staring at me, with an
upset look.
Why don’t you look at where you’re
ridding – said angrily – that’s bloody typical!
People like you just go there, believing that are something like God!
I
was frozen. I could not utter a right sound to answer her. She stood looking at me. Are you going to
help me? – She said – at least you could do that!
Ok!
Ok! It is not necessary to kick up a
fuss! - I stupidly said. I went closer and could perceive her magnificent
fragrance. It was a strange mixture of flowers’ essences. It was like the
spring was coming out from her hair. She was so marvellous and I could not
resist losing this opportunity.
Do you fancy a coffee? – I nervously
said.
I
thought you’d never ask – she said, smiling at me – let’s try to have a good
time after this event, ok?
We went together to a really nice
place that she knew. It was a small café where the fragrance of the toasted
coffee was strong but extremely familiar. We sat there for hours. It was one of
those moments that time flies and goes so fast, as a train without breaks that
you can’t stop. I enjoyed every single minute that we were together. I forgot
about my frustrations and fears. I just had fun with that astonishing
conversation.
We decided to go for a walk. The
pavement was warm by the sun. The sunset was nicely ending, giving the night
the opportunity of being on stage. That warm pavement, for some reason,
reminded me my mother. Then, I looked at the sky and I realised that it was
totally covered by dark clouds.
It is going to chuck it down in any minute – She nicely said while she was looking
at the sky. I just smiled.
And it happened. It was pouring down
so heavily that I offered her to go for a covered place. She refused. She just
took my hand and pulled me at the middle of the street, which, for some strange
reason, was empty.
We got soaked right away. She smiled
at me. I was completely confused. She took my head with both hands and kissed
me. It was so gentle and pure that I forgot everything else. Her lips had an
unusual taste. They were like a mixture of cigarettes, coffee and cherry lip
stick. Fascinatingly, it was the most delicious kiss I ever had. They were we, kissing under the rain.
You have to enjoy this – She said –
feel the rain, the earth and the sun. That’s the exact moment when you will start
living...
6 am, and the alarm clock rang
again. It was highly difficult to open my eyes this time. A song needled my
brain – Make it mine, by Jason Mraz –
so I just jumped out the bed and I looked it on my mp3. While I was hearing it,
I decided to open the window and a howling
wind just entered to my room. For some strange reason, the breeze smelled
to some flowers’ fragrance. I just smiled.
Beal_hls (2011)
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