Dairy of a Red Dress

There's this thing about being up and alone on the 12th floor at 2am. The silence of the night, the backlit keyboard, the darkened room with the monitors as the only sources of light. A cigarette burns in my hand while I tap away at the keyboard posting another entry.

The sound of a car racing by in the distance breaks the silence. The occasional cats fighting, the sky lit by lights from fellow insomniacs. It all sets a mood.

The whirr of fans in the cpu accompanies me.

Just having got back from Conrad after a great but rather short evening out. She was dressed in a red dress. The rest of the world became black and white with only the dress having colour. It reminds me of the opening scene of a movie I recently watched.

There's the sparkle in her eyes and they catch my attention. I look deep into them wondering what kinds of feelings they portray. We have a lot to talk about as always. We don't seem to run out of topics. I feel a certain chemistry there but I'll wait and see if she feels it too.

I image of her in the scarlet dress is burned in my mind and I'll carry it with me always.