March 4, 2013

She sleepily gazes at the clock on her bedside table. It’s 1pm and she silently wished she was a morning person. Unfortunately, ever since the first day she attended high school, her body decided to be nocturnal without asking her permission. And she submitted to it. It got a couple hours worse when she attended college.

She stares at her clock again. 1:04 pm. The she starts thinking about him again. She starts thinking about their Saturday. About how he said he missed her, about how that made her extremely happy. She stopped herself halfway and decided that she should not miss him now because 1) it’s just Monday and 2) it’s gonna be a long one. Besides, they meet during Saturdays and there are still gonna be more Saturdays for them. With some reluctance and a long sigh, she poured her coffee and started to work on her projects. It looks like she’s gonna have to skip her favorite part of the dreary Monday afternoons.

He constantly looks at his watch, counting the minutes. It’s 5 pm and he’s wondering where she could be. How odd for her to skip her Monday afternoon. He prepared himself and even tried to read a book. He brought the book with him, Anne Frank. He remembered seeing her smile for the first time while reading this book even though he was sure  she read it a thousand times before, it looks yellow and weary. Unfortunately, it’s 5:04 and she’s nowhere to be found. 

After his 3rd cup of coffee, he looks at his watch again and it’s 6:15 pm. He said to himself that it’s absurd of him to miss a stranger. Maybe it is absurd, maybe it’s not. He doesn’t care because he adores her and he  adores how she makes him happy without meaning to. He wonders what she could be doing to miss he sacred Monday, it is the first time. He told himself not to worry because 1) it’s just one Monday and 2) there is still gonna be more Mondays to come. With a big reluctance and a deep sigh, he finished his last cup of coffee and started to walk out of the diner. Continuously wondering why she had to skip her Monday afternoon.

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