It's now Sunday. I was home and happy. Well, almost happy. The thought of Louis filters through my mind in small rays like the way the light shines through the cracks of my window blinds. It was a damn sunny day but nothing sunny about my mind.
I couldn't believe how deep Louis had eaten deep into my mind and subconscious. I'd even begun to have dreams about him, and not very appropriate ones. This was unbelievable.
Picking up my phone, I scrolled to find that he still hadn't dropped a message. No text. No calls, not even a voicemail.
It was a beautiful sunny day and unlike the cloudy state of my mind, I've decided I'm heading out. Today was the day, I had a decent day out and without the thought of a certain man.
After a couple of minutes getting ready, I sent a group text to my friends.
'Anyone wanna hang out for pizza Sunday?'
The response was immediate.
Sasha - 'Anything to leave the house, I'm game!'
Abby - 'You bet I am! What time?'
'Two o'clock. Sharp'
