A NORMAL DAY

On a normal day you wake up quite early, eventually. Dirty dishes on the sink, but it's ok (you don't mind anymore). You take a shower listening your Basté on the radio, slowly and quietly so you don't wake up her and she can still sleep for a while after her AH journey. You prepare a disgusting sandwich of "I-don't-know-what", dry your hair and wear your snowboarding feminine jacket, beloved by everyone. 

Then, you bike flying to the university with your bag full of stupid stuff, probably because it's been a long time since you haven't been able to go out accompanied just only by your thoughts. And an old angry woman passes you by with her blue eyes semi-closed for the wind. And she looks at you, or not. In fact, she doesn't give a shit about how fast are you biking, what you are doing or if you are dying on the wet ground. 

You park the bike in your favourite spot with apathy trying to keep all your multiple cold items with you. Coffee. Coffee, please. Floor 12 (among others) and you find him trying to understand a financial graph for 10 hours. And then you just wonder why he's still your friend..and why you haven't killed him before. Bah, you just hug him. 

You work relentlessly (or at least you pretend it) during the whole day. Coffee. Coffee, please. Look at that! Such a nice sunset...And then you come back home with the weird feeling you have done absolutely nothing and your butt is getting fat for seconds.

The trash bags are next to the door, but it's ok (you don't mind anymore). And with a starving hunger you start cooking with them while waiting for him to come back from his respectable job. When he's back, you ask him how was the day and he tells you that was ok, a normal day. Finally, you all together (Steve included) eat a strange handmade pasta without salt. And you laugh about bullshit. But this time you meant it. You laugh truly as when you were 8 years old (omg, this golden age).

And while you are checking how much would cost to buy an island in   privateislandsonline.com, you have this warm feeling that kind of comforts and saddens you at once. And it's then, in this precise moment, when you wonder what the hell you would have done without them in your daily life. And the only thing you can think about is how lucky you are to be able to enjoy them so up close.

"Important things are always tenderly told on normal days"