She has the face of anyone in the early morning, looking somewhere but paying attention to nothing.
From time to time she looks around, spreading a nice light everywhere. For the rest of the time she think to something hidden in her secret world.
Miss D is young. Blond hair. Sweet and very regular face. Brillant eyes and stunning smile and attitude.
A colleague of her is talking about something I do not remember and the two ladies are keeping a nice conversation about something she will not remember in a couple of hours. She looks different, at least for a dozen of minutes, from anyone else in the room.
I have found the courage to look at the room key. I have the room number.
The lady at the reception seems to understand everything when I give her an envelope with a short hand-written letter. She looks like the one who has seen this happens relatively often.
The letter is inspiring and full of some kind of poetry I found somewhere inside of me. And she appreciate it.
She texted me, kind of accepting my offer for a drink. I made her smile. I made her feel special at least for a second.
And now, how can I keep expectations so high? I might just text her asking for a drink and stop everything here. Is would be safer, at least for me.
But from time to time having a small dream, focused on now only and without big expectations, makes you feel alive.
Noodles
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Please ignore typos unless they are funny
4 comments:
it's nice if you have done it for real...
I don't like the short and volatile combination of adjectvies at all, it makes sound everything so fake and not important though...and sometimes we should just call things with their name.
I have changed the post. The part you disliked could be misunderstood.
I have done it for real. Yesterday morning.
What would be the real name to call this thing?
Desire to find a special somehting?
I would say "wish"...
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