The door slammed shut. It slammed so hard, I can hear the glasses dance in the kitchen, and the pictures moving on the wall. It slammed so hard, the sound is still echoing through my head, and the floors still movig in silent waves.

It seems like you were a little upset.. Oh well, these things happen. I grab an apple and take a big bite out of it. I chew. Look out the window. You're holding your head high, your nose in the clouds. Trying to look proud and dangerous. I can't help laughing. This is so rediculous. You look up at the sky as if you want to kill it.

It's raining. Only lightand soft, the kind of weather I like. It hits the window, and softly caresses the glass. I open the window, and the soft rain kisses my forhead, my nose, my lips. I love the blue-green colour the pinetrees get when it's raining. I love the clean air and the dark, floating colours.

I close the window again, and take a sip of my teacup. The hot, tasty liquid is slowly poured into my mouth, satisfies my need for something sweet, and slowly slides down my throat. I got milk in my tea. Milk and loads of sugar. (I should probably have dropped that.. I'm a bit heavier than average, I'm afraid..) I slowly enjoy my tea.It's wonderful, warm and sweet. I*m thinking about our argument. It wasn't really big, but it's still a little irritating. The fact that you always have to be right, even when there's proof you're wrong. Hmm, oh well. You'll probably forget it all in a day, as usual. I walk slowly towards the sink, and find a small corner where I can squeeze in my empty cup..