I woke up I was still dreaming one of those kind of dreams so real, that when you wake up you cannot understand where you are and if what you dreamt actually happened or not.
It was one of those dreams you dont want to wake up from. It was one of those dreams you would like to remember but as soon as you try to remember, you already forgot.
It was the first dream - not a nightmare finally! - since ages. I dont even remember when was the last time I had a nice dream.
I had breakfast alone, as usual. Why my boyfriend should stay up to have breakfast with me after one year we are together? No point in doing that, especially when he knows I hate having breakfast alone. I drank my coffee alone and ate my jogurth alone, then I took a cup of coffee and brought it to him.
I had my bike on his backyard, so I took his keys, went downstairs, took the bike and came upstairs to bring him back his keys. My boyfriend lives in the 4th floor.
I took my bike, put my iPod on and went. After 10 minutes my back wheel was completely flat. The same wheel I have just repaired last week, exactly the one that I have bought brand new after somebody burnt my bike. I locked my bike - once I used to call it "Rocket", now I think I can just call it "Little Skeleton"- to a fence near the S-Bahn stop (and lucky me I was near the S-Bahn) and I came to work.
It´s more than one hour and I sitting here at my desk doing personal stuff - skyping with my sister, reading the newspaper, reading gossips, updating my facebook - and I dont want to waste 8 hours of my precious time that way. I´ll probably leave earlier, in order to fix my bike and do some other important stuff - like studying, for instance, or pick up my shoes.
Now first coffee and cigarette of the day. It can only improve, I suppose.
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