it's 10 am. i just woke up next to her... "too bad she's sleeping and i can't stare into her beautiful hazel eyes" i thought. So i crawl out, slowly, quiet, like my life depends on her pleasant sleep.
i stumbled on some ice cream...it was all over the floor along with some clothes and a pack of ciggarettes, so i decide to light one, i don't usually smoke but... it's just what a man does to complete his feeling of "coolness" after a night like that.
Didn't take a shower, i went straight to the kitchen to make some breakfast even tough i wasn't hungry but i could bet she was. I wonder what are her preferences, does she like omlette? If so what kind of omlette, scrambled or simple? Or was she a vegetarian? Why didn't i invite her to dinner yesterday evening, we would of surely conversate about that, maybe because i'm such a lousy talker when it comes to women, i just start a conversation about a subject that is at hand, trying to keep in touch with a real object so i won't have to bore her with my childish thoughts and imagination.
I decide to make her a couple of eggs and some sallad and a glass of natural orange juice, that's what i thought would do the trick.
But than i see that i'm out of bread, every breakfast needs bread, and coffee i just remembered, she told me that she loves coffee and i am out of that too. I quickly put on a pair of baggy jeans and a shirt and almost forgot to strap shoes on my feet, i walked out barefooted and woudn't even know it if it wasn't for that glass on the ground, but that is not of the essence now.
It's 10:30 and i'm finnaly back with the groceries so i start making breakfast quick and almost burned myself with boiling oil, i put everything on a plate and slowly carried it to her room with a proud smile on my face, i open the door "wake up sleepy head", i said. Nothing.
What do you mean...nothing? Nothing. She's not there, okay, where could she be? Maybe she is taking a shower, so i rushed to the bathroom, i forgot that the plate was in my hand and not only that but the floor was wet too, so i slipped, fell and eggs, sallad and orange juice were all over my face, i'm glad that the hot coffee missed. it was 10:45.
So if the floor was wet, that means she took a shower before she left, damn it's my fault, she probably thought i dumped her and gave her the discretion to leave at her will.
I washed my face and looked in the mirror, "i have to find her" i said.
First i looked around the room to see if she left any clues, the pack of ciggarettes was still there, damn i need one now... i think i'm gonna start smoking. I found nothing else but a pencil.
I decide to take them and start the pursuit.
I walk out the door and bend to put the key under the carpet and that's when i see it, a note, the presence of her perfume was all over it. It had only one word, "Gina". She knew i forgot her name, she wants me to find her, I said to myself "that's good for starters".
to be continued...