On Friday Lunchtime

   I’m talking to you... Yes, you. You know Friday is a difficult day for me. I actually don’t like Fridays at all. Yes, I know that after Friday comes Saturday and it should be somehow easier, but that doesn’t matter much if it is 9 a.m., for example, and the whole day long you need to be at school and listen, write, read and do other kind of things that aren’t interesting much but any way I do them all. As always. Bla, bla, bla… Nevertheless, one of my favorite parts of Friday is lunchtime. I am completely sure. Definitely because by that wonderful time I could finally reach the school library and… And by that time I start to feel very sorry to be lied to my friends that I go there to study but in fact… Shhh! In fact, I go there to read books. Oh, yes, that is completely my time. I take this time with so much pleasure and gratitude. All three reading rooms are huge. Their walls are decorated with mysterious paintings. The stained-glass windows give some fabulousness like in a magic castle and old lamps are on every table. The library is big and could limitless provide me with miraculous books. I willingly immerse myself into reading and feel this sparkling beauty of each moment of this process. You are welcome to join me…