Bzzz Bzzz Bzzzzz… she reaches out with one finger and presses the off button… Quite annoyed, it wasn’t like she actually woke up from those alarm devices… She wakes up everyday between 6:00 to 6:30 am, before life begins.. Sitting up in bed, she takes a quick glance at her little baby sister, who as usual, climbed up next to her hogging up all the bed, cute thing, she bends over and kisses the little creature who snaps back ha!…another glance at her phone and jumps up. Water in boiler, nescafe on the way, she hadn’t kept any food down in days… hoping and hoping… trying to remember those skinny legs… that light happy feeling…those fatless thighs…As she reaches in the fridge, something keeps pulling back… like she can’t bring herself to touch the cheese or the milk or even one little grain of oatmeal…and again, she leaves… busies herself with one quick trip to the shower, swallows that tasteless coffee, hops in a pair of grey pants, her favorite lobster polo-shirt and flies away.
Magnificeeeeent… Her favorite song… a reminiscence of that happy trip… that happy place and that happy person and she sings…It’s been almost two weeks now since she last had a good amount of rest let alone sleep. It’s a Wednesday.. the weekend is just around the corner… but she hardly even knows how to enjoy those things they call weekends… it’s just another day to catch-up… she can’t help thinking of those idiots who never paid the articles she wrote… those long hours she sat down and wrote all that corporate nonsense…how do people ask for money? she needed to find more freelance… How could people sleep at night when they owe you some green? Conscious.. big word… big big word…much too big to exist in the souls of those insignificant beings hovering all around you… The sun is burning… burning hot… right through her clothes… and she’s off to work… with the office in renovation, they head to the club… sitting on a sofa, for the first time in some quiet place, she gets to tick one thing after the other on all those accumulated lists full of pink, full of doodles, full of silly cuteness…
Hello Pinkster, a blast from the past passes by… it gets awkward… the awkward silence of two people who haven’t spoken in ages… and she blushes… she really wanted to just run away from it all… new beginnings… and they talk… they talk… a memory here and a souvenir there… he leaves her a stylo to work with and heads out…
I’m hungry… I’m so hungry and I really do not have any desire of going to that place we call home… I didn’t find my home yet…that place i could call home… my home would be pink much to your dismay… Pink with fluorescent crazy chandeliers and… anyway…I’m hungry…what could anyone eat with exactly eight Egyptian Pounds? those were the thoughts crossing her puny little brain…the irony of it all is you see that girl typing away on a new Macbook with a pretty leather bag and nice hair… a hot big pink leather wallet and…EIGHT POUNDS (oh well there are credit cards too) As she strolled down the sidewalks in the club, she found herself heading to that very same kiosk she always went to years ago… back then when she was that famous tennis girl… the famous blonde… the girl with strokes and style and..never mind… With a pack of Cheetos in one hand and a diet coke she heads back to work… It takes only two minutes in the sun for her to get all pink…
Bzz Bzzz…. and finally the one person she wanted a messsage from… The Mike the spike… “We still on?” yes of course! But… it ain’t Rosy Sunday yet…no? mmm it’s ok… maybe we should just have more Rosy days… don’t you think?
She types away with a silly dreamy smile on her face… he always has that effect… the Mike effect… and she loves it…
And for the first time, she gets to feel that thing…that one thing they always denied her to ever even think of…that thing they call “Hope”
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