Rome (I)

I am really tired, but I can't sleep. I look at my mobile phone, if it's charging, the people who are talking to me and the time. It's late and the alarm will ring in short. I think I would sleep few and that makes me get more nervous. Watching tv relax me, and zapping into the night is my weak point, but today everything is useless to sleep. A bell rings in my bedroom. Quarter past four, and I'm almost awake. I wake up as I can, and I turn off the alarm, which has not stopped ringing. I can't believe my face when I look at me in the mirror and I lost a laugh. I fancy a coffee, but there's no time to loose. I hot the milk in the microwave and I shot two tablespoons of cocoa. I go to dress up, I comb my hair and I  paint my lips in pink. Quarter to five and Helena is waiting for me downstairs. Today my dad is working, so a police car is escorting us until we arrive at 1st of May square. Photos on my right, teardrops on my left and people rising to the bus. Two kisses to my dad, and two more and a hug to my mum. In the bus, I sleep all the trip until arriving to Barcelona, music and the noise of the notifications of WhatsApp are with me. We down the baggage, and we entre to the airport. Some of us are eating, other are listening to music, and Helena and me are going to the toilet. Maria is calling me, we are about to check. The plane takes off already. We are now in Rome.