I am sitting in Central Perk. Still. It’s my third coffee today, but I do feel tired. I always do. The coffee’s cold. Again. I call out for the waitress. Nothing. Did she hear me? I don’t think so. She’s standing behind the counter, humming some melody. I remember it. I think I heard it in the radio, in my happy times. It seems as if it’s years ago.
But for me it is. When it was over, time started to pass way slower than before. A day then seemed like it was just an hour, now it seems like it’s a year.
I also started to separate the time like the historicist did after middle ages: for me it’s Happy Times and Now.
I take another sip of my coffee. Yes, cold as ice. I look around. It should be spring, but it feels like fall, almost winter.
Winter…
We went into the forests when the first snow had fallen at night. It was beautiful. Awesome. Everything was white and it glittered in the spare sunlight. As if there were millions of diamonds on every tree.
I shiver. No, I’m not supposed to think of this. I forbid myself to do this. It’s not healthy for me to think of this. But I already took a step too far.
I wrap my arms around myself and call out for the waitress again. She turns around and her pleased expression changes in the same second she sees me. She looks worried.
She asks me if I was sick.
I shake my head. No, not like she means it. I ask her for just another coffee and she takes the cold one and leaves.
I’m cold. I look out of the big window, right into the rain. A woman catches my gaze and smiles but I don’t smile back. I’m so not in the mood for smiles or cheering up.
The waitress brings my coffee. I take a big sip. It’s warm. That’s what I need right now.  Warmth. Though it’s like my thousandth coffee I feel more tired. I could fall asleep right now, here, in the middle of the coffee house.
I haven’t slept much lately. I don’t know why, maybe because my body is used to the fact that there’s nothing anymore. And when I’m sleeping I dream. That’s more than I do now. Even if it’s the same dream over and over again.

Someone touches me. I didn’t realise I fell asleep. The waitress, I guess. She probably just wants to tell me she’s closing.
I open my eyes.
It’s him.
Why? Who does this to me? Why do I have to have this dream?
He looks as if he’s on fire. He takes my hand. His fire burns on my skin. He bends over to kiss me.
It’s no dream. It’s real. He’s back.

“I missed you. I am so, so sorry. I should’ve never left. I couldn’t take it anymore. I need you. For now and forever.”
“It’s okay. Are…are you back?”
“Yes, babe, I’m back”
“I…I love you”, I whisper.
“I love you, too. Want to go home? We have to…pick up things where we left them, right?”, he asks while paying the waitress. He grabs her ass and kisses her on her cheek. Yes, that’s him. But I love him, anyway.
Both of us have the gift to forget.
I am sitting in Central Perk. Still. It’s my third coffee today, but I do feel tired. I always do. The coffee’s cold. Again. I call out for the waitress. Nothing. Did she hear me? I don’t think so. She’s standing behind the counter, humming some melody. I remember it. I think I heard it in the radio, in my happy times. It seems as if it’s years ago.
But for me it is. When it was over, time started to pass way slower than before. A day then seemed like it was just an hour, now it seems like it’s a year.
I also started to separate the time like the historicist did after middle ages: for me it’s Happy Times and Now.
I take another sip of my coffee. Yes, cold as ice. I look around. It should be spring, but it feels like fall, almost winter.
Winter…
We went into the forests when the first snow had fallen at night. It was beautiful. Awesome. Everything was white and it glittered in the spare sunlight. As if there were millions of diamonds on every tree.
I shiver. No, I’m not supposed to think of this. I forbid myself to do this. It’s not healthy for me to think of this. But I already took a step too far.
I wrap my arms around myself and call out for the waitress again. She turns around and her pleased expression changes in the same second she sees me. She looks worried.
She asks me if I was sick.
I shake my head. No, not like she means it. I ask her for just another coffee and she takes the cold one and leaves.
I’m cold. I look out of the big window, right into the rain. A woman catches my gaze and smiles but I don’t smile back. I’m so not in the mood for smiles or cheering up.
The waitress brings my coffee. I take a big sip. It’s warm. That’s what I need right now.  Warmth. Though it’s like my thousandth coffee I feel more tired. I could fall asleep right now, here, in the middle of the coffee house.
I haven’t slept much lately. I don’t know why, maybe because my body is used to the fact that there’s nothing anymore. And when I’m sleeping I dream. That’s more than I do now. Even if it’s the same dream over and over again.

Someone touches me. I didn’t realise I fell asleep. The waitress, I guess. She probably just wants to tell me she’s closing.
I open my eyes.
It’s him.
Why? Who does this to me? Why do I have to have this dream?
He looks as if he’s on fire. He takes my hand. His fire burns on my skin. He bends over to kiss me.
It’s no dream. It’s real. He’s back.

“I missed you. I am so, so sorry. I should’ve never left. I couldn’t take it anymore. I need you. For now and forever.”
“It’s okay. Are…are you back?”
“Yes, babe, I’m back”
“I…I love you”, I whisper.
“I love you, too. Want to go home? We have to…pick up things where we left them, right?”, he asks while paying the waitress. He grabs her ass and kisses her on her cheek. Yes, that’s him. But I love him, anyway.
Both of us have the gift to forget.
I am sitting in Central Perk. Still. It’s my third coffee today, but I do feel tired. I always do. The coffee’s cold. Again. I call out for the waitress. Nothing. Did she hear me? I don’t think so. She’s standing behind the counter, humming some melody. I remember it. I think I heard it in the radio, in my happy times. It seems as if it’s years ago.
But for me it is. When it was over, time started to pass way slower than before. A day then seemed like it was just an hour, now it seems like it’s a year.
I also started to separate the time like the historicist did after middle ages: for me it’s Happy Times and Now.
I take another sip of my coffee. Yes, cold as ice. I look around. It should be spring, but it feels like fall, almost winter.
Winter…
We went into the forests when the first snow had fallen at night. It was beautiful. Awesome. Everything was white and it glittered in the spare sunlight. As if there were millions of diamonds on every tree.
I shiver. No, I’m not supposed to think of this. I forbid myself to do this. It’s not healthy for me to think of this. But I already took a step too far.
I wrap my arms around myself and call out for the waitress again. She turns around and her pleased expression changes in the same second she sees me. She looks worried.
She asks me if I was sick.
I shake my head. No, not like she means it. I ask her for just another coffee and she takes the cold one and leaves.
I’m cold. I look out of the big window, right into the rain. A woman catches my gaze and smiles but I don’t smile back. I’m so not in the mood for smiles or cheering up.
The waitress brings my coffee. I take a big sip. It’s warm. That’s what I need right now.  Warmth. Though it’s like my thousandth coffee I feel more tired. I could fall asleep right now, here, in the middle of the coffee house.
I haven’t slept much lately. I don’t know why, maybe because my body is used to the fact that there’s nothing anymore. And when I’m sleeping I dream. That’s more than I do now. Even if it’s the same dream over and over again.

Someone touches me. I didn’t realise I fell asleep. The waitress, I guess. She probably just wants to tell me she’s closing.
I open my eyes.
It’s him.
Why? Who does this to me? Why do I have to have this dream?
He looks as if he’s on fire. He takes my hand. His fire burns on my skin. He bends over to kiss me.
It’s no dream. It’s real. He’s back.

“I missed you. I am so, so sorry. I should’ve never left. I couldn’t take it anymore. I need you. For now and forever.”
“It’s okay. Are…are you back?”
“Yes, babe, I’m back”
“I…I love you”, I whisper.
“I love you, too. Want to go home? We have to…pick up things where we left them, right?”, he asks while paying the waitress. He grabs her ass and kisses her on her cheek. Yes, that’s him. But I love him, anyway.
Both of us have the gift to forget.