An old wooden door, white painted and decorated with a gingerbread heart, which I’ve gained on my last journey.
I heard the TV in my room and one of the girls talked a way too much.
And sure I knew, who it was. I knocked with my foot against the door and waited for someone, who maybe opens the door for me….
And I waited and waited and waited for 10 seconds (I’m not really patient ).
Maybe was the TV just too loud or maybe were the others just too self-absorbed?
So I tried to open the door with my elbow.
And you know what? I managed to open the door and as I stepped into my room, I saw the usual and for me normal sight I’m used to.
My room was my castle! Okay, okay! It was only a room with four walls, a roof and two windows, but it was my room, at least since several years.
And these three girls in my room were my best friends. We know each other since…since the kindergarden, I believe.
There was Susan, who lay on my single bed, with her shoulder leaned against the wall.
She used one of my pillows to get a snugly position, while her hand was holding the remote of my TV.
A normal sight of my friend watching TV.
But Susan wasn’t normal and it weren’t her black long hairs, her well formed body or her attitude, that disturbed me.
No, she was just a goth.