Today was Joshua and Inge day. It’s that one day in the week where I, when school’s out, don’t have to say goodbye to the one person I love the most in this world. No, because today is Joshua and Inge-day. And it doesn’t matter how we spend that afternoon, because we will spend it together.

The sweet prospect of an afternoon with my love makes the rest of my day as boring as a grey sky. Nothing seems to be interesting or captivating when it’s Joshua and Inge-day. My mind doesn’t seem to work as long as it isn’t focusing on that afternoon. Glorious images of curly hair and kisses flow through my mind as the teacher goes on about surrealism. My eyes move outside to the leaves in the air that turn into blurry spots as I stop focusing on them. The blurry spots turn into the cutest freckles that this earth possesses and within the tiniest bit of a second the freckles seem to have found their owner. Joshua smiles, draws a heart on the piece of paper that lies on my table and I dream on.

Surrealism, word formation, Romeo&Juliet, freemasons or oxymorons – I don’t care about it, I don’t mind. Because today it’s Joshua and Inge-day.