It seems the day will be a good one, again. I dreaded the mornings the most, waking up for a new, common day without any good. But today is different, I can feel his lips still on mine, making me fuzzy in my brain and belly.
Standing up, I refresh myself and head towards work. But today a black car parks in front of the garden door, blocking me from the outside world. It´s unnerving, why is it happening on one good day I have? But to my surprise, a man left the car, walking towards me. It´s Oliver. If I tell the truth, I didn´t count on him, especially not him.
"Hello, dear Wanda. I have a question. I hope you agree with me, otherwise you have no other option, if you want to be in work on point and have a nice evening planned. What do you say of a meeting in the park at seven p.m.? At the yellow sculpture, I want to surprise you with something. I hope you like it." Wow. I´m speechless again, his goal of surprising me is already achieved.
"Yeah, I would like it very much. So can you drive your car away? On the other hand, your firm lacks of one important worker and his right hand. So, please?" I set a puppy look on my face and gives him big eyes.
"That´s great. So, to make it up, I take you with me to work. It´s faster than you riding with the bus, I think. Come on, after I parked out." After him driving back on the street, I step out of the garden and into the car. Even if we are in the city, he´s a lot of a fast driver. But he makes it through the traffic without any scratch and I´m very glad to step out of the car unharmed. "Wanda, you´re good?", he´s asking me. "Why? Is there something unhealthy about me?" "No, actually yes, your face is quite white, as if you have seen a ghost, or something comparable." Yes, I´ve seen a blurring street and felt many movements in my belly, that made me unhealthy. But if I say this worlds, it seems like I criticize his abilities. Men are always very proud of fast moving from one place to the other, so I don´t know what happens, when I answer him: "You do drive very fast, don´t you?"
"It´s something bad for you?", he asks me in an affected way. "I don´t know, but I feel unwell about driving so fast. I´m not afraid of driving so fast, actually, I´m scared of what can happen, if you drive always at such a high speed. You know, crashing into another car or something like that. It feels not good thinking about that", I tell him the truth in a friendly manner and with a small smile on my lips. Hopefully, he´s not sulky about of giving a piece of my thoughts to him. He stares at me for a short moment, then kisses me slowly and intensive, pulling me against him. "Don´t distract me, Ol….", he kisses me again and again, even if I start to speak. It´s unnerving, this man is unnerving.
After successfully distracting me and catapulting me in another world, we make our way towards his firm. I hope, no worker did see us, this would be the start of making everything worse than worse. Hmm, we will see.
In his office, the day is gone so fast, I didn´t even make lunch. Actually, I am a little bit nervous, I can´t even think of eating something, my stomach wouldn´t thank me. Frankly, I would throw it up and would make a mess in this office, then Oliver would send me home and cancel our date this evening.
I look at the clock. Oh no, it´s already five p.m. In half an hour I must go home and put on something good looking, making me feel good and also convenient the same time.
At home, it´s a little about six p.m., after showering and apply cream on my skin to make it soft and improve the fighting skills of my skin against acne, I look for a pair of jeans, which figures my bottom the right way. Then I take a white blouse out of the wardrobe, this one is caress my shoulders and falls down the way of my belly, the front I tuck behind my belt. To finish my look, I organize my hair in a modern way, so I look nothing like my office self. I want to look fresh with my roundabout thirty years of age. I´m a grown up woman who knows life`s input. A pair of black ballerinas on my feet, I´m ready to go out. I write Oliver, that I´m on my way to meet him.
Oliver hugs me at the beginning and turns me away from him then. The he blindfolds me, at first against my will, but a few soft kisses around my neck are softening me up. After he finished his binding arts, he takes my left hand in his right one and starts stepping forward.
It seems, we are here. I´m glad, I didn´t put on high heels or such kind of shoes, because it was a long way to the place, he wanted to go with me. It feels like twenty minutes to half an hour. It´s not funny to walk blind all this way. You can be truly happy for your eyesight.
He then grabs me by my shoulders and pulls me with him to the ground, now he takes the blindfold off. It´s good, that he let me sit down, because my focus is a little spinning around, I can´t look straight for a few minutes.
"Oh", is the only word coming out of my mouths. There we are sitting, in the middle of a red heart, consisting out of different sizes of roses and flowers, mixed up to my liking. Then I look to the ground, we are sitting on a blanket, a thick one, because the nights are still cold. And there´s a wonderful herbal smelling around the place. It feels amazing to be here.
"You do like it?", he asks me.
"Yes", I answer. I´m quite nervous about what´s happening next.