I woke up around 5 in the morning.

I woke up at 5 on a weekend.

I mean, what the hell!

Not only that I woke up way too early, but I also woke up on my sofa, meaning that now my whole body hurts.

The book was still lying in my lap. I was already halfway through. I loved reading as a kid. I don't even remember why I stopped reading, but I certainly regret it. It feels so refreshing, reading others' work, relate to it, let it consume your mind, get lost in it, and just for a little while, it lets you forget about the world outside of the lines.

From now on, the book will never leave my side again.

And because I had nothing better to do, I decided to finish the book.

  * * *

Right after I closed the book, satisfied that I finished it, I remembered her.

The book was a great distraction, but she's taken hold of my head again.

Her eyes.

Her hair.

Her lips.

And just like a book, this chapter of my life gotta end.

Today, I'll either grow a pair of balls and approach her, or I'll let her go.

I'm not sure which one is harder. Or better.

* * *

Here I go again. After 12 hours of being awake, I had nothing to do again.

Just a little recap: workout - done. Lunch - done. Shower - done. Cleaning - done. I was done too...

For the first time in my life, I had an existential crisis. My palms were sweaty, knees weak, arms were heavy, frankly no vomit on my sweater.

I sat on my sofa and started thinking about the pros and cons of both - forgetting her and contacting her.

It took me 48 minutes to decide what to do. And my final decision was to visit her. Maybe ask her out. I'm sure that by now she's familiar with me.

Damn, I hope she won't turn me down. She's the first woman that I've ever shown interest in. If she turns me down, I'm giving up this whole dating thing and becoming a monk.

* * *

7:39 PM.

I was standing in front of her apartment.

Should I ring the doorbell?

Should I just enter?

Wait, what if she won't let me in? I gotta see where she lives, what she likes, collects, I need to know every detail.

Thanks God I came prepared.

Few moves with a paper clip in the lock and voilà - The sésame is opened.

I could hear a shower running.

Great, this way I have time for exploring.

I kinda expected her to be in the shower now. From my observation, I've learned a thing or two about her habits.

Her apartment was nice.

Everything was clean and in its place.

The walls in the living room were covered in photographs, but there were none in the bedroom. Just a king-sized bed, window, closet, and bedside table. Simple, but it still looked good.

I like that everything was mostly black, white or red.

When I noticed a laptop laying on her bed, I couldn't resist. It was basically begging me to take a look.

So I did.

Guessing the password wasn't hard. It took me only 3 attempts. A mixture of her mother's name, her father's birthday, and her address.

As expected, there were a lot of files containing photos.

So I checked her browser history.

It took a while because she seemed to be looking up a little too many "easy healthy quick recipes" but after a while, I found exactly what I was looking for.

I smirked for myself.

Knew it.

The shower stopped running.

Currently, she was blow-drying her hair.

I'm a little while, she'll come out.

I decided not to face her right after she walks out.

I went to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of water. And waited.

As expected, she walked out of the bathroom 10 minutes later. I saw her, but from where she was standing, she couldn't see me. Right angles, what can I say.

Her hair was still slightly damp. She was only wearing a big tee. Even now, that her face was completely bare, she still looked amazing.

She braided her hair and laid in the bed.

She took a book from a bedside table.

I was still waiting for the right moment.

"Fuck, not again," she stated after a while.

I smirked. I liked her attitude. It matched mine.

Earlier I noticed there were only a few pages left in the book she was reading.

She must've already finished it.

She put the book back, laid down, and turned the light off.

For some reason, I felt that this was my moment.

Gosh, am I really gonna creep from begin her like some maniac?

Yes, yes I am...

I slowly walked into her bedroom. Her back was currently facing me. She didn't bother with a blanket or something like that, she was just in the tee.

I took my sweet time admiring her.

Then I came even closer, so I was standing right at the edge of the bed.

She wasn't moving, but I knew she was awake.

I sat on the bed.

The bed dipped a little. There was no way she didn't feel it.

"Took you long enough to finally come here. I thought you wouldn't last longer than 3 days," She said and turned at me with a cocky smile.

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What now 😶