Injection Of Happiness

Tuesday

                 

The alarm rings, it was five o clock in the morning, time to get up for work, oh the thought would drain me of all ambition. I successfully managed to get to the six-thirty-five train on time. The sun hadn't risen yet, nor had I. The coffee helped, but my body felt restless. I had only slept for three hours. My weary eyes were distracted by the observations outside the window, the train journey to work did have some beautiful scenery to observe it's one of the few things that would boost my mentality for the day. Unfortunately the tranquillity couldn't last, someone sat next to me again, a woman I believe from my judgement of her legs. I questioned myself, is this the same woman that sat next to me yesterday? Briefly, I glanced at her face, and then retaliated back to the window. From what I seen, she was beautiful, drop dead gorgeous. My heart started to throb. All of a sudden I had become very nervous. I always get nervous around attractive woman. Though my will power to ignore her beauty was evident, I knew I would never kick start a conversation with her. Ignoring her presences I continued to gormlessly stare out the window, she began to giggle.
"You're a very funny man," she told me.
I was shocked that she had spoken to me, I don't usually get any female attention. I struggled to reply. Not being able to formulate a sentence I just glanced a smile at her, and then turned back to the window. I thought to myself that there was no chance of even being remotely acquainted with this woman. She left me speechless.  However, my awkward nature had clearly not been enough to put her off.
"Oh don't be shy! What's your name?" she asked me.
Her over-joyous voice had reassured me, I began to relax a little.
"My names Ricky," I replied.
  Her name was Emily, A pretty name, to match a pretty girl. I found out a lot about Emily during that train journey. She loves dogs, and has two of them. One of them is a Doberman pinscher named Harry, the other is a Jack Russell named Steven. I thought they were unusual names for dogs, creative I suppose. She also worked part time at a café in the centre of town, though that was never her dream career. Emily was an aspiring musician, she invited me to see her play at this bar called Shamrocks the next evening. I had been more than delighted to go, though the thought of having to socialize terrified me. However, it seemed worth it for that occasion. My brief conversation with Emily felt like an injection of happiness. Nothing could bring me down that day. Work was busy, a lot of calls. And the hours went on for so long, but I didn't care. I was extremely excited, I had been invited on a date.