He wakes up earlier than me. He always wakes up earlier. He gets out of bed in silence to take a shower and I open one eye. "Baby...." I say, barely listening to myself and he sits right next to me. He kisses me in the face and calls me sleepy head. I tell him I don't want to wake too late and I ask him to book my hairdresser. I get back to sleep. I wake up again, the phone is ringing. It's 11h30, I answer. Good morning, he says, did you sleep enough? No... It's never enough. I was having a strange dream. You always do... Did you remember to book my hair? Yes, in half an hour they are waiting for you. Thank you sweetie, are you still working? I'm leaving now, going to buy some cheese and wine. Ok. Baby! Yes, I say. Don't get back to sleep, it's time to wake up. I won't.
Quick shower, what should I dress? Those red pants I bought and he liked, perfect. Do I like? I'm not sure yet, let's see. High heels on a Saturday morning? Why not?
Same hair ritual every Friday or Saturday of my life since I remember. It is not weekend until I have my hair done. Let's straight it up? No, today I feel like something different, maybe some curly waves. You know your hair is too heavy, the curls are not going to last. I know, at least it will looks good during lunch time.
I meet him at home, he "wows" me like he does every time I'm wearing something different. I ask him if he really likes, he says: of course I do, holding me in his arms. Are you still in a "non colored nail polish state of mind" he asks while looking at my hands. Yes, I'm enjoying it. I enjoy it too. Actually I prefer this way, he says. Ok next week you'll see red. He smiles and says: it's sunny outside, let's take some pics.
Zara Jumper, pants and boots* Vintage bag from my sister in law* Rayban aviators* The Chains of Love skulls bracelets* Abataba peace charm bracelet.