I hated the days where I had to walk home. And of course this was one of those days. What I hated most was the fact that I had been thinking about the same person for the last 20 minutes... Mr.Fugger. I don't even really know why, but there's just something about him that has apparently gotten my attention. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was so nosy, I wondered to myself amused. He almost didn't let me leave earlier when he wanted an explanation for my quietness. I was splashed out of my thoughts, literally, when a truck rolled by hitting a nearby puddle and leaving me completely drenched. After standing there angry and dumbfounded I closed my eyes and counted to regain my composure. I really shouldn't be surprised, things like always happen to me. So, soaking wet and upset I continued to walk home.
When I got home, I was extremely tired and after changing out of the wet clothes, I went to bed. And as I laid down the same man that caused me to become doused with water on the street, floated into my head again. I wouldn't be surprised if he waltzed his way into my dreams.
