Some days you wake up and think there is something different. You can’t say what, you just feel it. The colors in your bedroom are somewhat different. The smells that fluctuate in the air are stronger. You wake up just before the alarm rings and you smile. You know you dreamt about something. You don’t know what about, only that it was pleasant. On the radio you hear a new song, you can’t say if you like it but you just can’t stop hearing it. You take a shower and you realize that the stupid smile is still there. You used to drink coffee before you leave the house but today you want something different. You go out thinking it’s a beautiful day but its raining, and strangely you like that. After a couple of hours you go to smoke a cigarette and a cute girl in a black dress [why is it always a black dress?] smiles at you and you think about smiling back. When you finally do it, you realize that stupid smile is still there.
Today was not one of those days. I woke up with a girl crying in the flat next to mine. I didn’t smile. I remember what I dreamt about [again!]. I didn’t smile. When I was taking a shower someone knocked at the door. I didn’t answer the door. When I was eating I just thought about the girl crying! I didn’t smile. When I left the house I thought about going downstairs and talk to her. While I was driving I thought I should have gone there. When I went to smoke a cigarette I heard the girl crying again in my head. I didn’t smile. When I got home I just heard the silence, and after several minutes I wondered if it was not preferable to hear her crying. Then I smiled, but I was sad.
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