The Elevator

Tomorrow will be a better day

It had been at least an hour and I've already finished my meal and started to do my homework for tomorrow. Luckily, today is one of the relaxed days, with this headache and dizziness I feel I won't last much longer.

I'm touching my pencil on the notebook with the notes. << Hey, I think I need a break. >> I stretched my hand and press the button on the ground floor, I stood up, put all my stuff in my bag and went out.

With the opening of the main entrance came directly to my nose the soft but at the same time strong smell of the southern soil. It must have rained... It's funny, I didn't realize it. I usually hear the drizzle one by one when they land on the roof.

I'll take care of that. I'm starting to cut around the block making sure I enjoy the smell. This perfume drives me crazy. Careless as I was, I felt the moisture in my right leg that had just sunk into a puddle overflowing with rainwater.

I'm forming a strong glow, and then an equally loud thunder follows it. These must be the remnants of the rain, I thought, but I was wrong. The rain has started again. I didn't make any move to lift the hood of my jacket to keep me dry.

My hair, which was still covered in blood, was the reason. I had to wash all the anger and violence off me. Had. I stood there in the center of the storm until I felt like I was cleaner than before, and then I made my way back.

Slowly, I wasn't in a hurry, I was already wet to the bone. I drained my clothes well and went back to my study. It's late, I can tell by seeing the last tenant come back from work. I'm shaking from the cold and I'm hungry again.

But I'm not going to risk it again to get some food from the kitchen, it's not worth it. So I ignore the purring of my belly and solve the last algebra exercise. I'm finally done! I'm putting the books back in the bag in such a way that I can make it as comfortable as possible.

I left it under my head, I removed my jacket in order to make it something of an improvised blanket. It's a little wet from before, but I'll have to come to terms with it for now. I close my eyes with just one thought: That tomorrow will be a better day.

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Kristiana Palli