Vrijdag

By six I was still answering work things. By eight I had lipstick on and absolutely no professional ambitions left. #

Friday transformation remains one of my favourite minor miracles. I came home tired in practical clothes with bicycle hair, dropped my bag, showered, put music on and slowly returned to civilisation. Black trousers first, changed my mind, dress, boots, earrings, gloss, perfume. Yuri was ready before me, obviously, because his preparation does not involve standing in front of two pairs of earrings as if national security depends on the decision. «Those,» he said from the doorway. I chose the other ones. Tradition. We went out for dinner and drinks, talked about work for approximately twelve minutes and then banned it. I laughed until my stomach hurt at something stupid I cannot reproduce now. Those are always the best laughs. Home late, cold outside, warm staircase, heels removed immediately. I drank water while taking my makeup off and found Yuri already in bed when I came out of the bathroom. «Bambolina.» «Alive.» «Good.» Friday complete.

Remember me, Eclipse.