face, rubbing the sleep away from my eyes. After moisturising I didn’t look like as much of a zombie as I had before but today was one of those days I thanked God for make-up.
I didn’t think much about what to wear, just grabbed the first black thing I could find, a fitted black dress and a fitted blazer. I wasn’t hungry so I just brushed my teeth, got my hair and makeup done and left for work.
Once at work I was finding it hard to enjoy my coffee. I did however need it, it seemed to bring some form of life back into me. Christine had made a comment about me looking too depressing. ’We need to make a good impression with this magazine. It’s a big deal, don’t mess it up,’ she had said and I had promised her that I wouldn’t.
It was at lunchtime when I got a text from Dave. He wrote that he was sorry about Friday night, that he might have come on to strong and that he hoped I would let him see me again, hopefully this week. I wasn’t sure what to reply so had left it for a while. I should have been delighted to have such a catch giving me all this attention. Had I not had these dreams about Peter I would’ve, in fact, I probably wouldn’t have given it a second thought to keep on dating him, despite me not feeling a spark when he had kissed me.
The meeting with the magazine was at one o’clock and the reporter was coming to our gallery to have a look at what we had got in so far and wanted to take some pictures. I had to put on a completely different fake mood as reporters came in. Luckily, once I got started I did get into it more, despite whatever else I was going through, this was my passion and I loved it. I loved talking passionately about art. What the artists had written about their work, what inspired them, their background,