Just try...

7

Louna: 

My whole body aches and head feels like a ticking bombshell that at any time could explode, the eyelids are heavy and the bed softer than usual which made it even harder to open the eyes though I know I have to. The only I hear is silence which should be a warning sign but I dryers not bother me, I feel how I slowly cradled back to my sleep of silence. In the middle of the darkness I hear a melody being played, it feels familiar at the same time as it feels so strange, suddenly it strikes me and I am clearly awake as someone tossed icy water over me. The first thing I realize is that I am not at home, it is not my room and not my bed, the room is large and open with bright colors which was the opposite of mine. I stumble out of bed with my legs entangled in the sheets when I realize yet another thing, it's absolutely not my dress I have on me it's a simple grey T-shirt. I feel the anxiety crawling in me but my mobile suddenly starts to play even higher and then stop. I'm looking over the floor until I find my dress tossed in a corner with my bag. I have time to throw out the entire contents before I hear a loud DING! I find my mobile under a packet of handkerchiefs and as I suspected two missed calls by Mom and a text message of the same contact. I hesitate for a second if I dare to open the Sms but my fingers unlocks the cell phone and goes pushes until I see the message: "Meeting 10.00! Va in time! " My mother in a nutshell, cold and impersonal everything and work.

I have to be so inside my mind that I did not hear the knock on the door for jumps to by fear when the door father up Dan with a large glass of water coming in. He looks surprised at me that he is the one who does not know what I am doing here or it is because I stand half-naked in a T-shirt that I do not know who it belongs to... Oh, it must be his. I will be the first to say something after a moment of silence that I do not have time for: "Is... Is this your shirt? " I try to pull down the shirt as far as it goes over your thighs, his face now resembles a tomato and he quickly beats his gaze.  

"So... Yesterday about last night "he starts awkward before he continues with his gaze still directed down the floor," Do you want to talk about it? " No please good God let this be a nightmare and I will wake up in my couch after I fell asleep in front of a bad movie so that last night never happened.

"No" I say right out, to talk about it with him is the last thing I want, I'd rather eaten off the China restaurant with rats in the kitchen which lies the street below my apartment.

"No?" he asks surprisingly though I know he understands what I mean.

"Yes no, as in that I absolutely do not want to talk about it" I feel how my cheeks are hot because I need to explain me. He lifts his gaze from the floor and looks at me with such a glance a daughter usually gives one when you fall off the bike, such a glance I never received. We stand like that for a few seconds before I get reminded that he keeps the water glass in his right hand, my curiosity will be my case during our small big competition.

"What is the water for?" I ask and point towards his hand, he had obviously forgotten what he had in his hand because he lifts it towards his face and studies it as some priceless relic but at all sudden beginning he laughs like someone I neither see nor hear sade a knock-knack jokes. Between his laughter I can discern "I would wake you up." I quietly thank God for Mom's conversation (which I missed) woke me up before he did. 

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