The dawn of our new life

And I was sitting at the table, thinking of some images and words which could describe everything that had happened to me yesterday. My coffee cooled down and the window was opened though I could hardly smell the scent of the annoying spring with its endless flow of dirt, cars and human impudence.
Weird dreams haunted me. I was drinking the bitter liquid, pouring out thick clouds of cherry smoke. My head was spinning and I could not concentrate on anything but the pile of copybooks with the Latin alphabet in the corner of the room. At the same time I understood my students wouldn't find the mere excuse for my idleness.
Even N. went to bed, unable to withstand the rustling of papers and gnashing of my pen.
He probably thought he'd be able to relax in another room but the mixed aroma was gently flowing through the cracks of the door, so he tried to persuade me to go to sleep as soon as it was possible.
The space was distorted and even those sounds became sharp and unpleasant, the colorful images were flashing inside my head. At five o'clock I went to the roof to meet the gray dawn of our new life.

It is morning now. The sky is overcast 'cos of this thick curtain of the cold northern steam. So damp… Beneath all these things it's possible to watch the city and the streets, filled with a roar. But I know there's a room with the purple blinds, the delicate scent of cherries and books where my life's sleeping at the moment. I try to turn our common world into this kind of a room where the walls will protect him from all the problems which can lean out of nowhere.

We are a small speck, a tiny moment. I just want to extend it for a while in these incoherent texts. This is similar to how a photographer looks into the black sky, trying to capture the moment of a falling star. And when I look into your eyes, I see the whole universe, like the nature itself tried to create something perfect and magic for billions of years so afterwords it could combine all these qualities in you.

I hear his footsteps behind me. He takes my hand. Sometimes I break the rules and try to pay his attention to my actions. My life belongs to him but it seems it's not enough, even my soul won't be enough for everything we have. We are standing on the edge. We're smoking and the smoke flies away high towards the sky, dissolving in the crystalline air. There are only two people on the planet now. This is our world, this is you and this is me…