Huntingdon

Sunday Oct. 9th

I touched him and he touched me back... I touched him again, but he didn't replay should I touch him again? He moves.. I hold my breath for a second than he stands up I breath out... Should I follow him? I see him in front of the window, I see his shadow in the moon light... He's so damn pretty... He turns, I hold my breath again I start Counting: 1 2 3 4 5...
than I turn my back and close my eyes...

I open my eyes again and just reallies that it is sunday and you were just a dream... I stand up and walk a bit through the cold rain. The rain runs down my umbrella. I am surounded by feelings for a dream, cause the dream was so real.I run back home and change. I take a bath and brush my hair. I take out my hairiron.. It is hot in the bathroom I open the window. I look in the mirror and ask the girl looking back how we got here? But she is just staring at me like she does every time.

I go down stairs and see a beautiful breakfast. Orange juice, tea, coffee, 3 diffrent types of bread, waffels, pancakes, nutella, butter, strawberrys and other berrys! I take a seat and look at my plate were a piece of paper is foldet in half, it is from my mom:

Dear Anastasia,
Dad and I had to fly to London,
because of a meeting!
We are so sorry Darling.
See you Monday...
In love mom and dad

I go back to my room. I open my computer and as fast the day begun, it ended...