Feeling sunbeams tickling my nose, my eyelids slowly opens. I stare outside the window, catching a bird in my sight. It´s a big and colourful bird, flying through the world without any weight on its feathers. It must be wonderful, maybe the human mind is the problem there. If your daily activities consist of eating, sleeping and flying around, you wouldn´t have any problems to solve, so it´s comprehensible, that a bird doesn´t suffer under any kind of depression. It´s a brave thesis, but with this bird flying wildly around, I think it´s very true. A free minded person has lower problems than a man in midlife crisis, when he enters the fifty-year circle. Ha, that´s a morning comparison!
Blinking one time, then another, I´m fully awake now. Standing up, I search for my clothes. Apparently, I only threw them on the ground. I was lazy yesterday, to tell the truth. Or very tired, one of both options, for sure. After turning my clothes, the right way, I pull them over my head and over my feet. Standing in a dress in the middle of the room doesn´t feel right, first because I´m too late for work and second I´m in an alien room. Okay, okay, yesterday Oliver and I had dinner, so I slept by him, but I don´t see him anywhere near. Looking out the corridor, it´s calm. Walking into the kitchen there´s neither a note nor some kind of notice of him left. Hm, I´m walking to his office next. After opening the door, I see him sleeping on the couch. Maybe he didn´t make it to the bed, then.
"Hey, Oliver, wake up. We are to late for work. Wake up, please." My hands are on his shoulders, shaking his flesh, so he wakes up at last. "Hm, Hm, Wanda? How late is it?" He asks the question at time. "Half past eight, a little to late, but it's in the toleration frame. "Okay, I drive you home first. Should I take you with me to the office, or can you drive on your own?" "Yeah, I drive on my own. I must freshen up at first, so I can stand myself in my office room. I´m a little bit smelly after this excessive night of working. You don´t mind, do you?" He only smiles. "With you, I don´t mind anything in the whole world." Oh, my heart is blooming up. like a flower in the spring. I smile back to him.
"Okay, let´s start", he says after packing his bag and wear a few new clothes on his body. With a little more speed than usual, I only did drive with him at night, now the feeling is a faster one, he lets me out. "Wanda, come here again." I think about it, but his persuading look attracts me to him. I give him a short kiss on his lips and go back the way I started in the way of my flat.
In my home, I hop into the shower and pull fresh clothes on, it all happens in a record time. I want to be in the office, before ten o´clock. Driving me home, has already costed me thirty minutes, now after a fresh up, it´s twenty past nine and I need with the bus roundabout thirty minutes again to the firm. Public transportation is not only the best option to reach your goal fast, but also if you want to protect our environment. And it reduces your salary not so much as refuelling your car, plus paying for your insurance and all the need extras, like changing wheels and filling up your oil. Only positive effects.
Before I left the house, I put lip stick on my mouth. I never did it before, but why not. You should renew yourself every day, otherwise your time will be wasted. Be yourself, enjoy every minute, you never know, when your end is near. Yeah, what else have I to lose? I´m not poor in my work life, but in my privacy. I like to read books, doing stuff like going for a walk, but I didn´t find the best hobby for myself, nothing ever fulfilled me. I should look and test some activities, maybe I find the right one. Yes, I do it at night, then I have enough time for a research. Now I must hurry up and stop thinking about things, which have nothing to do with my job.
Driving with the bus sets me under stress again. I didn´t ever think about this mass of people at half past ten. Crazy. After stepping out, I take a deep breath and calm down, support my elbows on my knees. That experience was really exhausting. Next to me stood a smelly man and I must have stopped breathing to live through this for some time. After putting myself together, I step up to my room and start working.
It´s the same activity I used to do at Mr. Roland´s office, but not exactly the same atmosphere. Oliver is the total opposite to him, he´s really nice and courteous, I can´t say something against his kind to work and live. A few doubts about his private affairs are lurking in my head around, but I guess it´s normal, while starting a relationship with somebody you like more than a friend. I was never the person for grand emotions, but I should really let it run. You will never know if it was the right thing, if you didn´t try it.
"Wanda, you were fast. Can you make a coffee for me, please?", Oliver asks me after knocking at my already open door. "Yes, that I can do", I nod and smile. But he doesn´t leave the room, after telling me his wish, no, he shuts the door behind him. Then he walks around my desk and pulls the chair with me on against him. Then he lowers himself on my head level and puts his lips on mine for a short but intensive kiss. I like it.