Monday, June 06, 2005

Time is not as we see it

Sunday nite, picked her up from the airport, she came back from London, drove her home, after a night with a person I missed like hell in four days, the dreaded morning comes. Adding to this that the weekend had been heavy, I am devastated.

“What is the time”, I say, upon waking up…

“Nine”, she says.

“Good. Still not too late.. “

As I get up, I have a look at the clock…


And the reality drowns on me… Though she was the one coming back from London, I was the one in the wrong timezone, together with her phone…

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