The alarm clock of my mobile rings every nine minutes, and I’d already silenced it three times. In that thirty seconds time, between my hand’s reaching for the snooze button for the fourth time and me thinking of the things that I can give up that morning for a nine more minutes sleep, I opened my eyes and threw my dead body from bed to bathroom. After taking a quick shower I gathered my hair and wrapped into an easy bun, poured some water into the kettle, turned the drawer into a mess to find a new pair of stockings –‘cause there was a run in my old one– well, this pair did not match with that blouse, but never mind that now, don’t mind the coffee either, I better buy one at the subway. After twenty-five minutes, finally I’m at the subway station. While running with a paper cup in my hand, I spilled coffee on my blouse. The blouse did not match with the stockings and on top of that, it had now coffee stains all over it.

I came to the office. The elevator stopped five times until it rides up to the twenty-third floor; tired faces and eyes silently watching sliding numbers got out of it one by one. Phone calls that I made all day long, the pre-paid theater ticket left sadly in my purse because of the unplanned long meeting and even that was the case, as I was taking my chances and running for the theater, my broken stiletto heel stuck through the floor grill etc. Anyway, all of these are not worth mentioning.

I came back home. I took off both my shoes, the broken and the other useless one. I put the radio on and poured myself a glass of wine. Finally, I was coming to life with “A kiss to build a dream on”. I was unable to leave my job, but I could go away for a little while and bring my energy back with a one-week-long trip, with a kiss of life.