hamburger
It might be sort of delicate time. I'm rather more sensitive than usual. It's still ten-thirty. I have plenty of time tonight. I don have to be too nervous. I might have passed something serious in my mind. A lot of people are coming and it is almost full in this shop.
"I don seem to be nervous", I'm also saying to me just in my mind. The rotation of my favorite musical albums in my ipod is also coming to one.
Thinking like that, I noticed that a day has long hours. Twenty-four hours are never short. It might not be easy to wait for the end of the day. Till the time when I fall asleep, I usually wait for a couple of hours, lying on my bed just with looking at the laptop monitor. I surf a lot of Internet pages.
I'm still hungry and may need some more pieces of cookies. If I go home, I may be able to get real food. Recently I intentionally chose the real food rather than some junk food. Because it's more healthy. Even in the midnight, I cooked a piece of hamburger by myself. Usually some cooked rice are left in the rice pod.
I took off the earphone. Several customers have gone. Because the place of speaker is far from my place, it is not easy to hear the music from the surrounding noise.
The number of customer is less and I can hear the music gradually. Today, I have more space in my battery. I have at least thirty minutes. At the place like this, the flow of the time is so different. It might be slow but never too slow. I may be able to pay some concentration on my works. There might be fewer to have to mind in this environment. But soon I'm bored with doing something like this. I looked at the clock on my laptop. It just passed the time of hourly minute. The parking time is getting into the third hour and I have to pay three hundred yen. And this shop is going to close at the midnight. There is still one hour.
Probably because of the effect of the caffeine of the coffee, I'm in the dull mind. I thought about what I should do tonight for awhile, but I don't think of any. Unless I go home, I don't notice anything at all. I have nothing to do over here. I'd like to go home right now.
"What am I waiting for, huh?"
"I don't know. Maybe, it's time."
"Time? What is time?"
"Midnight. The turning point of a day."
"What happens then?"
"It is not end but the beginning of a new day."
Walking might be never be bad. I will get out of here.