Before, I was always late. My life was an episode of 24 hours clock without breaks pub.
I'm a DVNI, Divinity Valid unidentified. I thought when I was in high heels on rush about in the hallway of an infinite correlation Metro. I told myself that even if I was part late, the deity above all, below us, above me, a poor woman in heels height indecent, over time, would be a miracle just for my apple and that manages to hop in a snap divine, half an hour of time disappears far into space and I arrive on time. I implored ran as if my life depended on it.
I missed my connection and there, my heart raced. I felt a horrible cold sweat running down my spine and expecting the arrival of the subway after as if the future World Economic depended on it. As Jack Bauer I repeated like a maniac, a thousand times my excuse
- I was leaving when a burglary occurred in the building. The police were there and nobody was allowed out for 15 minutes. And not pick my phone.
- Horrible, a friend has just found her boyfriend with her maid of honor ... I could not hang up.
- I met my old high amoour. You know, Arthur. He started to tell me he often thought to myself that I missed him terribly, he had wasted his life in losing me, then impossible to spin you know ... Then
I took the wrong subway exit. The horror. My life in slow motion. The best moments that pass before my eyes with white spots inside because I ran too much. Then my ankle that twists into a horrible crash. I hurt, I box, but I continue anyway.
There, breathless, disheveled, red cheeks, I arrived at last, out of nerves, strength, pain, sickly body as if I had been beaten, and I collapsed at the foot of the person with that I had an appointment on my seat in the examination room before a casting director, face my parents furious already seated at table, and there, a last breath, I distillates the final words of courage, as the hero sentenced to a slow and painful death, but the faces, with pride and honor
- No I Never 'il watch, you hear me? EVER!
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