SHE MAY BE YOUNG BUT SHE ONLY LIKES OLD THINGS

It was a Monday just like the last one, you went through the pressing of the snooze too many times to count and even if your alarm clock started waking you up at 4h30 you only left your bed at 5h45, and now you have about ten minutes lo leave your house and five minutes to get to work, that only means that you’re going to get late to work once again.

After a weekend in which you haven’t done anything else but lay around on your sofa with a couple of bottles of some rather cheap wine, no TV no internet and your phone off since Friday night, going back to a boring life seems like what you deserve after an awful breakup.

Leaving your house is the same as always, streets empty, a cold and dark night, and you keep on looking to the sky searching for the stars that you don’t see since you came to live in the big city, the soft rain that is falling doesn’t make you go back for your umbrella, and you just quicken your steps in hope of not getting yourself wet and getting to work just a couple of minutes late.

You keep on looking to your watch and asking it to slow down, isn’t on your planes to have another meeting with your boss in which she calls of diary lateness, especially when you’re feeling like if the world is about to end.

Being the bitch that wasn’t able to be faithful was never something that you though off yourself, more than that you’ve been always someone that was proud of not even looking around.

Last week was definitely the worst week of your life, but it seems that this one is going to be worst, when you’re about to get to the only coffee house on your neighborhood that is open at this hour, to get the strongest coffee that you ever tasted, it seems that it’s closed, and starting a week without your coffee, and more important than that, with an hangover, without your coffee, and once again latte for work it’s definitely not your idea of a good Monday.

With your humor starting to decline even more, you enter your office building, without even looking to the security guard, the only nice person that works in this building. When you enter your office there’s no one there.