Miss some one I woke up very early this morning. The light in the bedroom was dim, but enough for me to see everything around. I stretched out my right hand trying to get my coffee mug which was out of my reach. I tried several times before I surrendered. Then I proped myself up on an elbow curling up, lost in thought. All that I was thinking about was a girl that touching on the most secret wishes of my heart. I must have dreamt for over a century to meet such a girl like her. For the first time I saw her, she was such a young and beautiful girl, with thick black long hair, leaning with her back against the corner of a subway carriage, looking outside with an air in which blandness and yearning were mingled. For the first time I walked towards her, everything I had kept burried inside, was about to come rushing to the surface. God, tell me for the hundredth time that I didn't deserve such a perfect girl, which had your mouth's sanction. All that I desire was a good wife and careful housekeeper, where could I find these better than in her? Time was slipping away. As no attempt was made to prevent that, I had sit on the bed for more than an hour.. That was a daydream that did not appear to make me happy.