One of thousand

Chapter 5

Another step, and she crossed the threshold of his apartment. Abby felt relief after yesterday's busy day. A weak jolt she slammed the door, and headed for the sofa. At the moment, she felt really tired, despite the morning. And even the fact that today is Friday and the working day began an hour ago, have not been able to get her to open her eyes. As time went on, the time has come, when you come to sleep, and you lose track of time, whether an hour or ten, everything is smooth. Obstacle to sleep was the cutting pain in the abdomen, accompanied Abby four hours, it was unclear what it was, food poisoning or something worse. However, had the girl lie down as the pain receded. Sleep is such a wonderful thing. You just can't, or don't want to understand how can be wonderful ordinary things, until you lose. So you should appreciate all that you have, as if izezzhena sounds, but it's true. Usually, she had dreams, not often, but regularly, however, as all. She dreamed the ancient city, sometimes destroyed, sometimes prosperous, the city had no soul. She walked along the narrow lanes constantly peering into courtyards, ocalenie a high stone wall. Inside most of these yards were situated the column and they were like meant a road with two sides. After going through all the streets, it was on Central, and it seems the only square. She didn't know how much time is spent on the path, and whether it was in a certain place in the city at the beginning of sleep, or followed from the beginning. The Central square was empty, quiet town with every step aroused a growing interest. Mysterious place still had people. The sun was shining like in a desert, but not cause discomfort. Being in the heart of the ancient metropolis, Abby was surrounded by streets on all sides, and the mysterious city began to resemble more a maze. Logging onto another street, she has made thousands of steps, she thought, but the fatigue she felt. Suddenly, she wandered into the shop under the open sky, the walls were also shelves, in turn, on the shelves lay chocolate eggs. She turned her head and looking around the entrance, i.e. the entrance rather some empty places between the ruined wall, through which came the others, remarked on his view of his skinny girlfriend. The meeting was not unexpected, the girl approached, she was slightly hilarious as always, but it later turned out that she was coming not to Abby, and to a shelf near where she was standing. A few minutes both girls looked at the shelf, then chocolate eggs began to fall, forming an avalanche. How can such come to mind a normal person? This episode was the last of those that had the girl. A few more hours, she lay peacefully, like a baby. Opening his eyes and laying still long enough staring at the ceiling, she realized that she was not in uniform and not washed, although before to sleep she thought that did it all. Last night was badly affected by it, in addition to a hangover, lack of sleep and discomfort, Abby felt something that I haven't felt and what was not ready. The first thing she wanted to restore the daily routine and do things that she threw yesterday. Well, work can wait, the more have the weekend to catch up. Today Abby decided to dedicate myself, like many others. Do not invent more about this character and do not make guesses, just go with the flow along with the story and hear slowly. So, Abigail was a man, about whom all the time you can learn something new. Her mood could change like the seasons, that is not too fast. It was impossible to just pick up and piss, sometimes its stone calmness was amazing to her. At a time when we needed to speak or needed intervention, it did not take long to beg, a little time and she will come running to your rescue. That is to say, nature is quite controversial, but attractive. Probably many people wonder why special attention is paid to the past. Look at your new partner, with whom you met only yesterday. You want to know more, in addition to the color of his eyes. This will most likely be his past, and most interesting, as it hadn't wanted to hide it, become the details most often not be public. It could be like killing his elderly mother, sadomasochistic costumes, torture instruments or the ability to choose matching furniture. Certainly, if you are lucky enough to have mutual friends with your object, you are extremely lucky, unlike your passion. Although there are those who want to know the past. Start with a clean sheet – that's their motto. However, there are those who revel in the past, entirely filling their life with thoughts of my bad past experience. No past no future, if you're interested, but you yourself could come across this tsitatku anywhere. In life, Abbigail the time has come when it is time to abandon the past, not from men, but from sometimes painful memories, let the memories will burn you to ashes you will be reborn from the ashes like a Phoenix.