Mondays are usually full of lonelyness and dreams.
You weak-up early and you know there is a brand new week to begin.

But at the end, it's still the same. You're gonna sleep in the same bed at the end of the day.

No surprises

They are days when you just weak-up in the morning without anything special to do. You make yourself a cup of tea. Mild black tea, sugar and milk. You listen to the music. Music is great. You're still looking after your daily best song ever.

At one point, your deezer smart radio is gonna broadcast The End. You didn't knew that when you woke up. At that time, the only sound was made by your roomate's heels on the woodfloor. But don't worry, you're kind of delighted. It was the song you had in mind.

Maybe Deezer is a new god. He just knows what you need, and furthermore, he knows when you need it.

How strange life is.

It's six past eleven. you're still wearing your pyj trousers and the plain white T.shirt you wore yesterday.
It's now turn to Jefferson Airplanes! Oh What a fine day will it be!

Fighting away the tears

She was 17. There was a party somewhere above the hills of the part of countryside she grew in. She wanted to go, but wasn't sure.
17 , according to her mum, was an age of wonder.
her friend Bea was to be at the party. So she went to for she was sure not to be alone.

the party started. Girls were wearring vintage dresses and hairband. Young People like to have fun.

A few monthes later she went to the university and she left the countryside. She forgot the party, seh forgot the grass, she forgot the bad champagne she drank.

She was in town now. She was 18. Foolish things of the past had no more interrest for her.

One night, she was leaving a town party she had been invited to. She was in the stairs, bethanking the host and she saw him coming into the house. It was Lindbergh. he came from the countryside too but was one year older than her.

" Hey, you're from ***, he said.
- Yes
- Where are you going to.
-back home; it's late
- You don't leave there anylonger, do you ?
- No, I leave in town. My Aunt has a small town on the upper side of the river. It's far, I don't want to miss the bus.
- forget about the bus. i have a vespa ( and turning to his mate). Lend me your hat, I shall be back soon."

She didn't understand why he talked to her. They had been attending the same church, the same high school for years without a single word. And he picked her out. She had no will of being his girl of the night. But Lindbergh was one of the only " not-foolish-things" of her past. She agreed. 10 minutes after she was at the corner of her street ( she asked him not to let her in front of the home)

" How often do you come back home ?
- i don't know, twice a month usually.
- Are you going back this week end ?
- No, the one after
- Ok. My car will be fixed, I'll bring you back. Be ready on Friday night.
- i'm not sure it's a good idea
- Why ? You don't want to spare money ?
- No... It's just that. What will people say, at home ?
- Nothing. there will be nothing to say... What do you you study?
- French and Art.
- Sounds good. Are you often in the Blackmoor library ?
- No, i go to St John.
- God, you're in this freak place ? Are you a mormon ?
- My parents send me there. i'm thinking of changing next year. But they wanted me to go to St John one year at least...
- Ok, Do you know Peacock? It's in your freak neighbourhood.
- yes, I've been there before.
- Great. Then I meet you there, monday. When do you finish class
- At 4.
- We'll talk about that... Don't worry, I go church every time I back home. I have no intention to kill you"

And he vanished. And she walked on the way that brought her by home. Her Aunt was watching TV.

"Did you had a good evening honey ?
- yes, I met some fellow from ***. It was nice.
- Boy ?
- yes, he attends our church
- how many church do you have in *** ?
- One."

She slept well.