I am continuing the story I started yesterday. The beginning is the last sentence of yesterday and slightly altered. I do hope I can convey some of the Christmas spirit in upcoming parts. It may not even be your typical Christmas story, but then again I am not your typical writer. I hope you will enjoy the read as much as I enjoy writing it.
Berlin – Germany
A Christmas Life! Second part.
After stuffing myself with bad made food and drank the bad taste away with the beer I fall asleep forgetting all about the desert in the kitchen.
The sound of TV still roaring I wake up a couple of hours later. Another nap took place and I woke up more tired than when I got home. Zapping through channels with nothing on I get up with a sigh and a puff. I must have been getting old in these last years. Days pass me by without really that much notice. All I look forward to is that smile, the woman I see every day at the bakery. My heart pounds like crazy, the throat like a palm tree in a dessert so dry I get cold feet and sweaty hands. Not sure if I am ready to love again or maybe just scared of rejection.
You must think I am stupid for thinking that every time I see or think of her and maybe I am. Friends have said it to, move on, move forward, take a chance. Yes it took me a while to love again but she made it easy. After a shower I went to bed and fell asleep only to dream of my love lost.
I woke up that morning with the dream still vividly spinning in my head. It was so different this time. She was talking to me, saying it was okay. Somehow I was there hearing her final words. Not a night went by without seeing her getting run over, ut never did I hear those words fall across her lips. It was okay to move on. Tears welled up and I sat with a small salty droplets rolling down my cheeks and a cup of coffee in the kitchen. Over thinking the words I must have heard while watching the dried pastry from the day before. Slowly time passes and I see the seconds tick away. Eight o’clock, time to go.
The day was long and boring though colleagues told me I looked different, or they were happy to see me smile. One of the best guys there slapped me on the back telling me I must have fund a girl, “Good for you”. Have I really changed that much over night. I am still the same old. But soon as work was done I rushed for the first time, to catch her at the bakery. There was excitement and fear tapping me on the back. A feather tickling me all over my skin and lead dripping in my shoes. I felt all kinds of things, walking towards my destination. The vibrant glow of red was burning on my cheeks, I could feel it clearly when I saw her inside the bakery, while opening up the door. My mind was overflowing with thoughts of “what ifs”. I scraped my throat loosened my tie and tapped her on her shoulder.
Movies never happen in real life, but here I stood seeing a head turn in slow-motion. her hair springy and with perfect shine floating through the air to a point where her eyes met mine and I felt an undeniable pulse surge through my body. “Yes…, hey I know you… You come here every day right”. Her smile is just as bright as ever before except now it is directed at me. I can see her sparkling eyes as if watching a clear midnight sky filled with stars. But I noticed also something else.
Of everything I thought of, of possible scenario that ran through my head she had to choose the one I never thought of. “Uhm…, yes I do. I am Tom. And uhm..”
-“Same as always Claire?” he baker wife shouts to the next in line. And the face turns away from me.
“You know me Sue, I just love them.” the voice is familiar to m ears, I only heard like seconds ago, my head wears heavy and I gaze down to the back of her shoes, not noticing she turned back to me. “I am sorry Tom, guess it was my turn. HI, I am Claire as you must have heard, was there something you wanted to ask?”
I will leave you with this, until next week where I will finish the story.