gets up in the morning and piles cigarette. I close my eyes for a moment, I sit at the computer and turn on the music, something climate, some sort of rock ballad. Assume underwear, tights, black skirts and shirts. Ptem striped vest and high heels in black and white grille. I sit down before the paint lust August, something sharper this time, black and purple shadows, faced darter, ink and delicate flesh Gloss on the lips. Exiting the house and take the bus, piles another cigarette, my bus was approaching 141, palmers green at London Bridge Station. Got in the car, smiles at the driver and ide on the upper deck. I sit in the middle with a clear window, turn mp3 and open book''Storm''glass. Fell in love with the works of fantasy, and become detached from the everyday monotony. I get off at Princess street, lit a pipe and walk passing the Bank of England, Bank Station and then push forward to Lombard Street, the ever crowd filled with bankers, brokers, secretaries, and for a moment I'm one of them. See me in the eye when you pass me, smiling, point out to me. He turns just before the end of the street, heading to the pub where she works. I go inside, I welcome with colleagues and then make myself some coffee, and I fall to my manager. Smiles at me and asks why in August so dressed up, whether he was going somewhere after work? I look at him, smile and lie to, yes, for dinner with my fiance. It gives me peace, and I turn around and go out for a cigarette with coffee, I still have 20 minutes to start working. The last cigarette before you get in. This will Kolomyia. What I had to answer to him? With so dressed up just to feel one of them. By stupid moments walking by Lombard Street, I wanted people to look into my eyes, lest I noticed that for a moment alone in front of me wanted to pretend I'm someone else? It's stupid but it happens sometimes to me, I replace the hours, sneakers and jacket covers on the skirt, tights, heels and coat, and for a moment I'm someone else, someone who in general do not know and I do not know whether he wants to know. Well, maybe a little:)
