I woke up feeling uncomfortable cold on my skin. I raised my head and looked at the window. It was opened, I forgot to close it before I went to sleep. Great beginning of the day, I already messed up. I got up and went to close the window, I was wearing pyjamas with a T-shirt so I was shaking. I decided that it's time to get a grip and on this day I'll be more responsible. On Saturday I was feeling bad since the all morning so I shouldn't have gone out with my friends, besides I hadn't finished the paperwork for college that I promised myself I would take care of that weekend. I decided I would dress up, finish cleaning my apartment and relax a bit before work, put some nice vinyls on. As I created this great plan in my head I reminded myself about what exactly happened that night. I was supposed to see Sam that day at work. I opened my eyes widely when I thought about it and got a bit stressed. I couldn't feel asleep for a long time because I was thinking about that meeting. In that moment I knew that Sunday won't be tranquil. I had to think about what to wear, topics to talk about so things wouldn't be awkward and prepare myself for seeing him again. This time I needed to control myself more, the previous day I was literally staring at him and it was not comfortable but he was too beautiful. I started looking for my phone and found it on small table next to the record player. It was 11:23 am. Wow, I slept like a 10 hours I thought. It was time to finally get my shit together, especially for this day. I hurriedly went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My hair was a total mess, I had a little, regardless bun. I dissolved my hair and tried to brush them with my fingers.
I made pancakes for breakfast and some tea, I tried to think about something else but it was really hard not to think about Sam. I had an imagination of our meeting in my head and thought about topics we could talk about, I wanted him to like me and see me as an interesting person. I decided that I wasn't going to pretend or something, but just be myself and have a nice conversation. I was little concerned about what should I say or wear, but then I thought how stupid it would be to plan everything. I decided that there was no point in planning anything and I should let things just be. The day before we had a really nice talk and we had a good time together, so I shouldn't be concerned about it. I also wasn't going to be concerned too much about my look, I decided to wear something nice, in my style and not wear make up, because I usually don't wear it so why would I do it on a casual day. Besides, it's not a date, just a meeting, we were going to talk about music. I mean, I thought so. I was so curious about his music taste and tried to guess what he could possibly listens to. He plays the piano and also mentioned that music is important to him. He was in a jazz club but I didn't thought about it seriously because we were all there just by accident. I thought maybe we would recommend each other some good stuff, that would be cool.
I washed the dishes and went to dress up, I had four hours and had to clean up my apartment so I picked comfortable sweatpants and some t-shirt. I brushed my hair, this time using my hairbrush and made a little bun. I plugged my phone into charger and called Lydia. Luckily, she said I left my wallet in the bar and she noticed it when I left so she took it. I loudly sighed with a relief. That was the first time something like that happened to me, I was definitely too tired yesterday to go anywhere. I told Lydia I'd come to her apartment to pick it up before work.
I looked at the watch on my locker and suddenly it was 2pm.
"That's too fast" I thought. I had to start dressing up in an hour. I felt stressed out and it made me feel weird because I'm not usually concerned before work. I like my job and I've made a good friends there, it was a nice place for me. I knew that the reason of this terrible squeeze in my stomach was appearing when I was thinking about seeing Sam.
"Ohh stop it" I said to myself. I wasn't going to freak out because of it. I should chill.
I was planning on eating some dinner before I leave but I wasn't hungry at all. Who would expect that after breakfast at 12pm?
I had twelve minutes to my metro when I looked the doors of my apartment. I left the house looking pretty normal, I was wearing jeans with recessed t shirt and dissolved my short hair. I was even proud of myself because I did everything I planned in my apartment. Maybe besides that paperwork for college that was still laying on the coffee table, completely untouched. I promised myself I would sit on it on when I come back on the evening. At least I'll try.
Metro was punctual and I didn't have to wait long because I was perfectly on time. There wasn't many people in it, as usual on Sunday evening. Weekly it looked the same, people seemed to be already overwhelmed thinking about heavy and sleepy Monday morning. I actually like Sundays. They're very moody, but I like it. I usually have afternoon shift at work on Sundays so I have enough time to sleep and slowly drink coffee while listening to some vinyls. Besides, I like working Sundays because then I can listen to music with my friends from work. I got off the metro on platform near Lydia's apartment. I decided to walk to the store after I pick up my wallet, there was only ten minutes of walk from there.
