You

9 in the morning, first thing my eyes had depicted was the presence of a blurry, yet, bewitching tawny Butterfly.

“It’s not brown, it’s tawny!,” was the first argument I had with John, I think you still remember John.

As I contemplated the woozy movements of this small creature, the picture became clearer; along with the realization that I have more important things to do.

“What’s the time?,” I hastily jumped out of my place.

“ you’re late...is the time,” John said in a soliloquy.

11:14, still late. In the jurisdiction i was. It was an old building, the walls were like the people they had sheltered, pale enough not to exist.

I was still contemplating, I always do, but this time, it was you! Your skittish movements, your flushed appearance. Your apparent nervousness.

Just like a chess opening, you waving at me was an expected move. By breaking John’s word, I marched towards your seat. It was you, No one else. In this masquerade you were a person with no disguise.

John glances at my watch, he realizes that I’m late. I glance at you “No, I’m on time,” I say in a soliloquy.