I was feeling better today but I was still tired. I slept almost the greater part of the week but my body needed more. I was dressed up to eat lunch? Who does that... I mean, I didn't. I just woke up in my PJs and went downstaris. After, when I was ready to leave or something related to physical activity, then and only then I changed my clothes. I am the kind of person that feels extremely lazy in the morning. I don't wake up quickly neither talk till I'm wide awake. I'd rather stay in bed today. Just in case I get dizzy or any other stuff alike. Besides, the day wasn't nice. So it fitted perfectly. A whole day spending my time sleeping and watching my favourite tv series, "The Vampire Diaries". I bought the whole three seasons complete to watch again and again whenever I wanted to. But I was still missing something. I hadn't talked to Becca or Harry since we left school...
Some hours later after pleasing myself watching my idol play the main role in my favourite tv serie, I stood up and walked downstairs. Somebody had knocked the door and apparently my mom, who was making lunch, did not hear it. It was really rare becuase I was upstairs and she on the main floor. Anyway, I walked down the stairs without even thinking of the ilogical idea of me opening the door instead of my beloved mother. I opened the door to see Harry with some flowers in his hands laying on his right knee as in proposing marrige and who had a whole orchesta behind him. I think he was serenading me. How strange. However, I liked it so I led it proceed and conclude. Hazza had relateda beautiful poetry of Shakespeare. I knew it word by word because we had to act it on a concert when we were twelve. It'd ended up being quite a spectacular exhibition. Every single parent loved it. We also studied the wonderful writer's works last year. When Harry finished doing his love confession asked me to date him. I was so confused. How did he ever get to know I knew he told Becca about his feels for me? Who told him? What was going on? Next I knew, I was lying on my bed. In my house. In my room. In my clothes and alone. What a dream !
I woke up from my dream and went to the toilet. There, I washed my face and hands. Next, I walked down the stairs right to the kitchen and sat on one of the four chairs which were around the table. Not only in my dream mom was making lunch, but in reality aswell. At the moment. A few minutes later, she made her way to the eating table and served out meal. We had fried chicken with sweet potatoes. To drink, I had some diet-cola and my mom drank cold and fresh water. I felt tired again. I needed some more rest so I asked for permision and went to my room. Already there, I layed on my bed again thought of nice things. Finally, I fell asleep.
It had been a boring and long day, I slept till dinner time because my mom woke me up. I eat some spaguetti with tomatoe soup and went to sleep again.
