" As the Golden Shade slips through my window and kisses my face with it's warmth "
" As the little birds changes the windy symphony into a beautiful song "
" I woke up from a beautiful dream "
" The dream, though I do not remember anymore,
yet "
" The smile on my face won't fade away cause there is a beautiful day ahead of me to live on "
With this cheery thought, I get up from my cranky bed.
Stretch my back with a gaping mouth looking at my old gloomy ridden ceilings drowned in darkness. The sunlight coming from my window did not light up my room completely. The stillness of the dark stare at me as I hear the scream of silence wants only me to talk about something I don't know or don't wanna know. This uncomfortable feeling is strange to exist yet does not feel new.
Maybe this eerie feeling makes me only look at,
"MY WINDOW" from where the light comes from and the place where I can witness my heart "The San Polo" ,The Beautiful District embraces its colorful buildings wrap under the golden shining horizon reminds me of glowing jar full of colorful candies.
Apart from the city I also love to watch the beautiful sky.
As I look at the sky. My gaze become steady towards it.
As the cloud swims in the blue,
As the birds floats on the breeze,
As the sun sneaks up gently towards the other side,
I kept looking and looking and looking. Why do I stare my outside for that long. Don't have I other things to do. Answer is as simple as I look. Yes, there is really nothing for me to do.
Since I am an unemployed youngster, there is really nothing for me to do other then keeping my composure optimistic and a bit poetic.
Its hard to do so. While looking at the sky I tried to think of every positive aspect of my life and realize that there are none, My mind Impulsively reevaluate every positive decision I took in past and splendidly realize that there are none. I was just one though away to cry out my heart on my pathetic financial situation. When suddenly someone knock my door.
A Relative, a friend or a foe. I have none of these.
Then who it could it be.
I move forward slowly and attentively. While I am on way to open it, the Stranger at door again knocks my door again but this time it was a bit aggressive then before. I reach the door and grab the door nob, Wondering,
Who knocks the door, when you are sure no one gonna knock your door.
And for me the answer turn out to be unexpectedly lame.
It's the "Mailman". I was actually expecting some crime thrilling stuff but guess that's not what my story is about.
Still it's been long since the mailman visit my house. The guy in front of me also look new to this locality. He is tall and a bit bulky with black skin. I ask him,
Are you new here mate?
His face become more disappoint then before. He did not say a word to me. Just deliver me the mails from his little bag and wave the tip of his cap as a goodbye gesture. I should be thinking about the mailmen and his weird rude and cute behavior but I can't stop myself thinking about the mails I got probably in years. What's more shocking is that for the first time in my life I got three in mail in one go.
With an exciting approach, I start unwrapping the mails.
The first mail is an advertisement about the newspaper subscription I am not interested in.
The second mail should be expected as it was a warning notice about my electricity bill due from three months reminding me my unstable financial situation.
But third one is mercy from God.
I remember submitting my resume to several companies long ago. I wrote a long application about my educational achievement (Which are none) and my urgencies for needing a job but only got rejection as a reply. I waited for so long that I loose all hopes and start to maintain my non-existential optimistic composure.
As the people say, The beautiful day can only be seen after a long lost night. The third letter is a job invitation.
The envelop feels kind of plan only written receiver's address on it and the inside letter summarized in a very short format. The Letter only includes the workplace address and the massage saying "reader is kindly invited for the job". Its also mentions that I can start from today.
The bottom left corner is inscribed in cursive saying "From Cafe Recominciare". It's a coffee shop I assume. Now I notice even the letter itself smell like a strong coffee feels nostalgic to me.
According to my pathetic situation I am in, I should blindly accept the offer but, I am unable to remember if I apply for any kind of cafe or send my resume in any way. If I think about it more carefully, the letter never include my name or any other information related to me.
It's definitely suspicious but can be only be dangerous for those who have something to lost. Since I am poor and jobless there is nothing risky for me to care about. Even if it turn out to be some kind of prank I don't really at care about either. Until I have an interesting reason to go out and live my day I can take any risk head on.
Without any delay I put my best clothes on, consist of white shirt on black pants with formal black shoes on. Cover my self up with a knee length overcoat and finish my drip with a red beret on top.
After all done, Its time for me to step out from this long lost night to the search of long live beautiful day.