My name is (1)

Sunday. Very sunny day to compare with outumn warmless. Light jumpers, sun glasses, peaple walk very slowly on the streets, not thinking about anything, next day or week. And I mean. Big hats and faded scarf few days later will be in the picture. Nearly slept all morning, then began to wonder how is there sunny outside the window. My curtains become apple-green light, the shadows followed my room walls, some shimmering imagery.

I had a chance of staying in bed after a while early mornings, but glistering sunshine did focus on my eyes - had to sit in bed. Suddenly I felt properly awake and thought: „Ok, instead of jumping out of bed I will read a book. Sure“

The house I stayed it was an old house and had different genre of books colection. The owner care about them keeping the book shelves clean from dust and tidy, in order to leave all this expencives goods to the progeny I never saw. 

Last night I walked into the sitting room. Mr Malkom (the house owner) was resting by the fire place, on the wiggling chair, with a brown covered book in his hands. I can not tell how different he seemed to me that moment; he looked distracted and full of fluster; he's thick dark eyebrowns was full of accent to he's very thin pale face.

We sat on the sofa, between us was a tall leg table with a emty vase on top of it, we had a cup of tee. I recognise it was a bit of ours tradition since I come to this house. He was a lonely, according I never saw any visitors, exept a post man by the door step, who did bring a newspaper every week on monday. Strange man too, a big heavy-rock body, hard sholders with a loose open tshirts showing he's hairy chest, blue jeans, a juvenescent looking man of half he's age younger, I thought.

He asked me about my past, my family, my town I come from. The more I spoke about myself, it make me feel in trap - I reluctantly asvered to he's questions. Soon I started to avoid him.
Once I locked in to my room and pretend asleep. I listen of a jingle of a teespoon agains the cup, and laid in bed with my eyes wide open, thinking. I have no family, no friends, they grow up. My past? Dropped, completely out, there is nothing to remerber, everybody is in shade. I suppose, thats why I'm here.