London

I woke up late. The sun slipped through the half open shutters of my bedroom. It was Friday and I had the day off. Without opening my eyes, I listened to the day. It was probably around 10 in the morning and the traffic was at its peak. I lived in a fifth floor, but I could still hear the engines running, the motorbikes passing by the already annoyed drivers, and the busy city was already boringly awoken.

I open my eyes and the room was filled with a mixture of soft day light and a grey tone. The wake-up call went off. Actually, it was nine in the morning. I got up and went straight to the shower. The water slide down my body. It was fresh and nice, and the new clementine scent soap, that I got the previous day, made my day already perfect. I went off the shower and move to the kitchen. There, the coffee machine started to boil, the toasts were a bit burnt, and the marmalade was delicious. I was sit down in the tiny kitchen in the middle of London and I thought that my life was perfect. And I smiled.

It was already eleven and I went for a small walk before lunch. On my way, I stopped by the flower shop where I worked. The manager had changed the bouquet of roses with a new selection of flowers from Central Asia. The shop window looked colourfully gorgeous. On the right, there were small flowers as big as the palm of my hand; they had red petals that ended in a white colour. Each one of them had four petals made for being admired. Only Nature could have crafted such a lovely and delicate creature. On the left, a six-petal flower that had a yellow stick in its centre. The petals were not as broad as the red-white petal ones. They were a bit thicker and narrower but beautiful nonetheless. In the centre, Prince, my manager, was re-arranging some of the pink bouquets on the centre. The shop was an explosion of colours and flower fragrances. I waved at him and kept walking.

The streets were filled with people from around the world. London was boringly awoken, but it was as vibrant as always. The sun was warming up the streets and some children were playing in the fountains –although they were supposed not to. Some citizens looked sad, others stressed, others happy, and others seemed not to care much about anything. There was a street band playing in the sun and some people gathered around. However, I could not hear the songs since I had my headphones on. Sondre Lerche. Best music for a lazy, happy, summer day.

I kept on walking and the sun hit my face. Life was perfect.