After a sunny day there will always come a rainy one.

Headache, headache, headache! God, I was feeling like if I had the worst hangover in my whole life. Impossible! A hangover (?) though I hadn’t touched anything containing any amount of alcohol! Besides, a terrible night. I woke up every 30 minutes, when sleep was what I needed the most. I don’t know, maybe I was nervous to go to work ( but why should I? ) or just worried about something ( but what!?) Anyway, working at Saturday was a living hell. I don’t know why actually. After work Jasiowa even took me to Kviberg, but I just sulked and nagged all the time. The worst was that I knew I that I was tiresome and didn’t make any attempt to "behave" better.

When I came home I laid myself down on the lawn, in the sun, with a book. After a while I begun to shiver and then I understood. A creepy infection was attacking my body from the inside. All right, now the origin of my headache were traced. I went to bed, early, because I had to go to work the next morning.

Again, I woke up at 5.00 AM at Sunday, two hours before I had to wake up to prepare myself to work. I suffered from a stomach-ache that was hardly bearable. As a little kid, I just cried for my Daddy, who made me some mint tea, which he served me with a straw. That was really cute.

I never went to work. I didn’t even go to church which never happens otherwise. I was "sick".

This weekend, well at least Saturday and Sunday, was unpleasant from every perspective. I was sad, ill and in my worst mood. What irritated me the most was the fact of the happiness I felt during Friday. I was completely content with everything, even with my flat tyre!! ( Feeling truly sad for me, Daddy fixed the tyre for me. )

It kind of made me realise that everything can change in a blink of the eye. One day you are alive, the other day everything is over. Life brings many surprises, enjoyable and less enjoyable. One has too accept them all. Because there is no such thing as a problem-free-life-guarantee. Sometimes life can be unbearable and hopeless, another time just wonderful. Either one wants to admit or not life is a mixture between sadness and happiness. It’s what one would call, reality. Apparently, the expression; after a rainy day there always be a sunny one, works in both directions. Perhaps it something to be grateful for.

LOTS OF LOVE // The lost writer