An usual morning

Today, as usual, the second class of the morning isn’t interesting enough to keep my attention up, so I’ve decided to take a blank piece of paper and write something. I’m a frustrated writer in a way, because becoming a writer is one of my most repetitive dreams.

I put the pen on the paper and my mind flows away, very far. I’m no longer at the class of “Enterprise’s economy”. I’m no longer in room -1.9. I’m no longer at Sarriko. I’m far, very far…

“That morning she overslept. When she realised it was very late, she woke up very quickly. She put on her green trousers and t-shirt and the new black shoes. Her brother was in the garage, waiting for her in the car. As usual, she had to have breakfast at the bar.
At twenty-five to eight she entered the bar. She asked for a Cola Cao and a cake, paid for it and she sat at a table. The bar was full of people, in contrast with the usual days. She looked at the people over the bar, what they were wearing, what they looked like, did the appear happy?... She looked as though she was not there, in the same way as someone who is looking at the T.V.
She took the bus at eight o’clock in the morning, and she sat down in the same seat as always. She took a book from her bag. Reading was the only way to make travelling to work more entertaining.
At twenty to nine, she arrived in Bilbao. She walked quickly because she was getting late to work. Well, it was not late, but she wanted to do a couple of things before sitting in front of her computer.
She arrived at a very high building. She had to go upto the nineth floor, but she didn’t take the lift. She was claustrophobic. I know that nothing will happen, but if it happens, I won’t be inside it. she thought, leaving the lift behind and going straight to the stairs.
When she arrived at the nineth floor, she was really tired. She didn’t feel herself as decisive as nine floors down. She wouldn’t go to see him. She turned right to go to her office. But at that moment, someone tapped her shoulder. She looked behind, and there he was. You have something to tell me, haven’t you? he said looking straight into her eyes. She was not able to say a word, she kept on looking at him without saying a word.”