Goal of the day: 522 words. Written: 531.
Hello [censored]!
You asked me to write you a letter.
I am sitting in the library. Again. I'm high-fiving and listening to internet radio, a song with the lyrics "Are we gonna be the same, Standing in corner..." is playing. Here I lost the rhythm and couldn't hear what to do next. I just ate. I ate after buying a big sandwich. Like a real man. Self-employed, who bought food for himself with his earned euros! I can still taste the sandwich in my mouth.
I remembered you after eating.
Here I am now sitting and I see two children in front of me. They look maybe 16 years old. Well, you know, One direction looks - pure.
It is not a very amazing coincidence that both of them are dressed practically the same, their hairstyles are also the same (only one's hair is straight and lighter, and the other's is slightly curly), they are sitting facing to one side... And both have white Mac laptops and are browsing something with Safari turned on. No mice, just laptops, fingers... Are they twins?
Well, I don't know if you're wondering what I'm writing here. I feel a little like I'm writing a letter that only movie heroes write. Well, you know, the kind of bland, hookless, worn-out and uninteresting. Do you still need to finish "With love, Danielius" at the end and seal it with a kiss?
I laugh at my own joke here. Well, I'm laughing more because the joke isn't that funny.
I take a sip of still mineral water from the bottle. Raspberry flavored water. It lingers in the mouth for a good few moments and tastes surprisingly raspberry-like. Exactly the kind that grow in my yard during the summer. Maybe that's why there are so few of them, that they are picked and put in bottles of mineral water!?
Why did I buy with taste? No, not because I really like raspberries. I was never a big fan of them. Although at home I ate all of them, as much as my mother, brother, mice and birds didn't - after picking raspberries, my hands were scratched by sharp raspberry stalks. I bought it because, oddly enough, there wasn't (yes, there WASN'T) any tasteless still mineral water that either cost twice as much or didn't come in a liter and a half like the ones I see local library residents buying.
And I just needed a bottle so that I could always fill up with water from the tap, because the one I bought two weeks ago had acquired some vague smell.
In the far corner I see a guy with short shaved hair. There is a computer next to him, and he is wearing a green T-shirt... And he is lying with his hand under his head. He has been in this position for at least fifteen minutes - as long as I am writing this letter. I guess he's sleeping.
And there is no shortage of people who overslept. There are some here. Watching computer screens after falling asleep. The girl next to me is about to drink a whole liter of mineral water in one go (a moment ago the bottle was half full), One direction kids are hypnotized by the screens...
...And I dream and think about you. I always do this when I write to you - it doesn't work any other way.
Really - I don't even know what I'm writing about here. I am probably not writing because I have much to say, but only because I would like to say something to you and have you by my side, at least in my thoughts. So that I can lie with my head in your lap and babble quietly while you ignore my words and go about your business.
This letter is probably like that. Completely meaningless, simple, flat, about the weather and situations that surround us. And if anything, sorry, I'm so sleepy! Just give me your imaginary hug better.
Oh, oh, but that's the end. Look, I should write "With love, Daniel," but I won't. I'd rather write something that I believe you'll like better. I have a feeling somehow…
Burku burku burku, [censored].
D.
PS Are you ready to make sandwiches with the peanut butter I sent you?
PPS ...Of course you will. i know you How does it taste?