28.11 Wednesday

A bad feeling woke me up this morning, getting stronger and stronger with each passing second. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t place it, couldn’t tell what it related to specifically. Frustrated with my incapacity to interpret my fortune-telling ability, I gave finally up. I should practice more so my fortune telling would be more precise, I thought angrily while getting up.

I didn’t have to hurry this time due to my early waking. I took my time in the bathroom, calming my nerves with a warm shower. Sitting by the kitchen table and eating my breakfast, my mind drifted off to all the things that had happened recently. I had used to claim my life to be extremely boring, but now so much was going on that I barely had time to think! Truth be told, I missed the old calmness a little. Couldn’t I have Edward without all those strange and surprising things happening all the time? Apparently not. If I had to choose between having the predictability back and this crazy life with Edward, I’d still prefer him. Even if he’d bring twice as many unusual events into my existence, I’d still rather be with him. I didn’t know if I was really in love with him, but I knew for sure I was utterly attracted to him and couldn’t let him go. And even the Monster in my heart wouldn’t make me.

In spite of being slow this morning I still went out of the apartment earlier than necessary. I just couldn’t stay at home and do nothing; it was only making me more anxious. The bad feeling was increasing in strength and making me pace the room in a desperate attempt to place it. The meaning was always just out of reach. So I just grabbed my bad, threw my coat on and left home in hope of meeting my boyfriend.

The weather went back to the fall gloomy standard. When I stepped outside the building I realized it was raining and I hadn’t taken an umbrella. Just great, I thought bitterly, rushing down the pavement. Only a moment had passed before I slowed down, coming to the conclusion that no matter how fast I went, I’d be just as wet, if not more. I remembered an episode of ‘Myth Busters’ when they’d proved that you’d get more soaked when you run. I peeked at my watch; I was ten minutes early. An ugly curse almost left my mouth when I thought that I’d have to wait for my boyfriend to arrive standing under crying clouds. Just as I was considering sending the vampire a message, I spotted his car at the parking lot. Was he waiting for me this early every day?