Abstract

I've been told that I write in an abstract way. This post is for you.
I'm going to write about the weekend.
I arrived a bit earlier than you thought I would. It was a windy day and I didn't want to wait alone outside. Whom initially seemed to me to be a nice lady, and that actually was the doorwoman, let me in. But time was going by, and I had some things to be done. So I walked out again to send some letters and look for..... a pijama. You know that I'd forgotten mine, what you probably don't know is that it was difficult to find one of my size. The one it would probably fit me was, imagine....., pink! But I decided to wait, guess that wasn't my pink color. ;P You weren't very worried about the subject, easily understandable. After our vega dinner things got even a lot more clear. I already said that it wasn't easy to find my size, not that I mind, but we all spent a lot of time, sweating inside that warmed shop, looking for something. To you and to them, for standing there, helping me choosing that sweet pijama, here goes my post.
Well, the rest of the weekend, how many times did we speak since then.... Through so many obstacles, some lovely challenges, I survived.