Black Friday thoughts
Dipped in heavy, repetitive, monotonous work, she could not think properly. A feeling of urgency was crawling up her spine. Slow, insisting, occupying. There it was. It entered her brain in a very uncomfortable way.
“Life repeats itself,” she sighed.
Obstacles were piling up, demanding attention.
“I want to be somewhere else. One step further, actually two. I feel left behind. I feel left behind by myself. I would like to dream a little. See the Greenhouse. Talk to you. What a mess!”
“Dream a little faster!” she demanded aloud. “Dream a little faster!”
As if it was a magic spell, a new idea entered her mind. She put her work aside and started drawing like there was no tomorrow. She poured her love and melancholy on the paper in front of her.
While drawing, she remembered that interesting guy with the elaborate eyebrow she liked to talk to. Communication break. It had to serve some higher purpose. One she did not know anything about. They were much alike.
Time was passing by as if it was never there. And suddenly her sketchbook was filled with drawings and notes.
“I have to buy a new one,” she thought.
It was Friday. Friday evening. A black Friday.
“Black you might be, but you can not compete with my thoughts,” she said defiantly.
She got no answer in return, but she felt the shift. She felt the shift around her neck. A shift from black to a very dark green. Almost midnight dark. As if someone felt her temperature sinking and put a protective scarf around her neck. Or was it something else?
“Get warm or hang,” she said to her now warmed up self.
