GROUND FLOOR!!

Why does almost everyone kinda ignores Wednesday?

Seriously, I can’t think of anyone but me who kinda likes Wednesday. Most of people don’t even have a opinion about this particular day of the week. What’s so wrong with that day? Is it because it’s not even at the beginning nor the end of the week? Is it because it’s too far away from the beloved weekend? I’ve never understood such a thing and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to.

FIRST FLOOR!

You know, I kinda understand how Wednesday feels by being ignored by most people. She’s not a Monday to receive the hate of those who had a memorable weekend coming to an end, nor either from those who pretend to have a memorable weekend by their posts on Facebook. She’s also not a Friday to be loved and idolized with pictures of beers and drinks accompanied by some legendary description and tons of likes and comments.

SECOND FLOOR!

I think Wednesday will never receive a Twitter or a Facebook profile that does nothing but warn us that it has come.

I understand you Wednesday, we feel the same.

THIRD FLOOR!

Every single Wednesday I try to do something special to celebrate the lack of something special that I share with this particular day. Somethimes I go to the movies, other times I buy some book that I were keeping my eye at, or… well, I just don’t do anything… It’s not like there is a lot to do on a Wednesday.

FOURTH FLOOR!

At that particular Wednesday I tried to do something different… I tried.

I stayed till late afternoon at the office. What was I doing? That’s not important, after all, I was neither a Monday nor a Friday. No one would bother about why was I still there.

Almost everyone had already left.

Feeling tired, I decided to go for a walk at the neighborhoad. I didn’t buy anything. I wasn’t hungry at all. I was only there for… I don’t know… stay with the street, maybe.

Sometimes I walk aimlessly along the sidewalk next to some group of people and just pretend, mentally, that I was with thore strangers… you know… being part of their lives. I imagine our conversations about that incredible party we went, the other night at a bar when some friend got really drunk and did something crazy… this kind of silly things.

Horrible? I know… but this is just how a Wednesday tries to fit in along the rest of the week.

FIFTH FLOOR!

Anyhow.. at this particular Wednesday I didn’t do anything remarkable at all. I just went to some store without buying anything. Just went to a cafe without eating or drinking anything. Just a Wednesday.

SIXTH FLOOR!

So today… she was there. Atfer I went back to the building where I work, at the main entrance I saw the most beautiful creature. I can’t think of a correct word to describe her… ANGLE… JUST ANGEL!

SEVENTH FLOOR!

Not any kind of angel. She’s is something like the top angels between the top. Those who go for the great missions where the destiny of mankind is at stake.

Not that I actually believe that one of those could walk among those… if they could actually exist. But that’s not the point. What matters is that if they exist… well, she would totaly be one of them.

It’s worthless for me to try to describe her. Just imagine something amazing.

Anyway… that pretty amazing being was there right on my side for seven floors inside this elevator. Just the two of us… I should talk to her, shouldn’t I?

EIGHTH FLOOR!

There was she… almost touching shoulders with me… some friendly eyes… I…. I should say something.

Just a “Hello” would be okay? It should be awkward. Maybe I shoud ask about the time… or say something about the weather. God, this is geting hard.

I think I’ve everyone who works at this building, so how can I never met her here before? And what the hell was someone like her doing here at a Wednesday when all the interesting people have already left?

Maybe she’s a Wednesday just like me!

Not…that’s just impossible.

Just to look at her I could imagine that she’s a Friday, or a Saturday… at most a Sunday… but never a Wednesday.

TWELFTH SECOND FLOOR!

Twelfth floors had past and I spend my time thinking about weeks while I may lost my only chance to interact.

Come on… just do something.

TENTH FIFTH FLOOR!

SHE LOOKED AT ME! SHE LOOKED AT ME!

For a brief moment we made eye contact… damn I should have said something.

I stupidly froze myself… I did nothing… not even I smile.

Now she must think that I hate her or something.

SIXTEENTH FLOOR!

Was that a disappointment sigh?

I’m pretty sure that I’ve listen her sigh with some sorrow. I wonder why.

Was she disappointed by what she saw? Was she disappointed about me or about the fact that I just froze a few moments ago? NO… I’m sure it was not this.

Why would a Friday like her be disappointed about a Wednesday like me… or at least be concerned about anything related to a Wednesday?

TWENTY-THIRD FLOOR!

What?

When did this elevator started to ride up so fast?

It’s like I can’t even see the floors numbers passing by. Damn, this used to be so slow. What’s going on?

Have I spent all this time just thinking about doing something to draw her atention?

I should do something before it’s too late.

TWENTY-FIFTH FLOOR!

Just a few more floors and I’m already at mine.

Why is this so hard to do? I’ve done it before, haven’t I?

TWENTY-NINTH FLOOR!!

WHAT!?

The door is now open! That’s my last chance.

I have to say something right now.

I filled my lung with all the air I could get… this should give me a little bit more confidence.

She’s leaving… now is the time!

I released all the air in my lungs at once… damn, I panicked. It just made some strange sound of someone coughing.

It’s over… I lost my chance…

Oh…. wait a moment!

She stoped at the door… but why?

“Did you say something?”

SHE’S TALKING TO ME! SHE’S TALKING TO ME!

What should I do? What now?

I have to think fast this time. No time to rambling.

Damn… the door is closing. When did that door… NO!

I’ve tried to say anything but it didn’t came out.

She must think that I’m just fooling with her.

Damn…. it’s closed!

THIRTY THIRD WALK!

Damn … none of it matters anymore.

The door has already closed and I have arrived at my office.

It all happend so fast that I couldn’t catch up. Or was I too slow?

Anyway… the office is now completely empty. Everyone must have gone home already and I’ll be here feeling sorry for myself.

They even forgot about the fact that I was still here and have turned off all the lights at this office.

That doesn’t surprise me. They just forgot about me… well… it’s ok to forget about a Wednesday, isn’t it?

I guess that I’ll stay here for another hour. There is nothing to do at home. There is no movie in the cinema that I haven’t seen.

That’s the problem about a Wednesday. It doesn’t matter how long it can be, in the end it doesn’t affect anyone else but a Wednesday person.

Even when you realise how long a Wednesday can be… after it you just forget about her.

I wish I coud have a happy ending for you, or even a decent one. Sorry… that’s just how a Wednesday is all about. Nothing perfect nor terrible… it just is what it is.

There are no finals on Wednesdays.

There are not even beginnings on Wednesdays.

There are just those things there are between what we hate and what we love.

That’s the way it is.. The Wednesday is just there ocuping her own space without bother anyone else.

WAIT!

What was that sound?

It was the evelator arriving I guess…. May it be?…