I'm Ready.

I woke up. It was the first time I, Graham Skeith, hadn't waken up in the middle of the night, screaming.

I knew it; I'd always known it. And it was going to happen in one year, only 365 days from today. That's all I had left. And I didn't know what to do.

Despite all the problems, I fortunately do know someone who can help, her name is Danielle and she is my girlfriend. Correction: she is not my girlfriend, she's the love of my life.

I just decided I would talk to her, and let her help me.

I went out of bed and took a look at the mirror in my wall (I'm dangerously handsome). I had my breakfast and brushed my teeth, jumped into the shower while singing one of my favourite songs. I sing terribly, though. I combed my hair and smiled at my reflection in the mirror. Now again, I'm terribly atractive. I took my bag and my car keys, I was planning to pick up Danielle by surprise. I opened my door and got into my car.

I turned on the radio, and tuned one of my favourite radio stations; this one transmited old songs, or unpopular ones, I liked it. I was listening to a very good song; American Idiot, by Green Day. It was one of my favourites.

I drove for about 15 minutes, and was already knocking Danielle's door; I knew her house more than I knew my own, I knew her more than I knew myself. >>now she is just going to say: "who is it? no no no wait! don't tell me I'll be right there!"<<. I smiled to myself. I knew her way too well. "Who is it? no, no, no. Wait! Don't tell me! I'll be right there!" I started laughing. Of course I knew her way too well.

Her door flew open. "hi babe!" By the way, that's how we call each other; babe. We started calling each other like that a year after having met her: 2 years ago. "hi babe" I got aside like for her to see my car. "your carriage awaits, ma'am" I said, with a silly smile on my face. "oh, Graham! don't you see I'm udressed? where do you want to go, huh? I can't go where people can see me!" she explained, with an exagerated look on her face, as if taking her where anyone could see her were a crime. "we're not" I answered. "come on, we'll go to the rabbit's hole". She started to smile until her joy couldn't fit on herface any more; she loved the rabbit's hole.

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