Photo with a friend
He took a picture with it. I don’t know why, but I left my phone on that night. We were having Gin Tonics in industrial quantities, and my friend started drawing nasty pictures on a beermat. It started out as a tree, but the roots became legs, like a girl wearing a revealing outfit, boobs like the moon, big and bright.
Around six o’clock, we were kicked out with a harsh ‘goodnight’. Outside, his eyes looked like art, like love, like a sky full of stars. I was waiting for him to feed me, he feared me. A little bit.
We went over to my place for a snack, my pet iguana was still guarding my grass, which made me smile. My room was terrible to behold, but there we were.
Before we knew it, the day was over again, ‘Priscilla, Queen of the desert’ on the TV, my parents disapprovingly looking at me from a frame, a drunken neighbor on the stairs, the one i loved for ages next to me, the sun shining in trough the window…
When I saw myself in the mirror, foaming at the mouth, I knew happiness was not far away