get giddy.

It was 6.08 in the morning and Sarah still smiled. Sarah had an insomniac night. She could not sleep but appeared energetic. There was no sign of lethargy emitted from her face. She had missions to accomplish the next day but did not seem stressful. She seemed quite happy though was alone at the spacious bar. She smiled at the bartender flirtatiously. The bartender initially smiled back at Sarah but failed to keep up after three consecutive hours. He kept asking himself why someone as lovely as Sarah still stood there in front of him thirty minutes before the bar would be closed. Sarah had the figures as well as the face. She conspicuously had more than enough money to sustain her life in the metropolitan area. Her Tiffany’s necklace proved that. Sarah still smiled at the bartender though the bartender’s face already contorted in suspicion. She surely had a great motivation for that.

It was 6.20 in the morning and Sarah still smiled. Her giddiness was too axiomatic to conceal. She knew she had to buy some new clothes for her presentation tomorrow. She knew her spectacles needed to be repaired. Yet, she was calm enough to sit still like a stone with constant smile carved on her oval face. Her eyes blinked each 5 seconds but the glimmer from them still could be seen from space. The bartender whispered to his boss to wipe off Sarah. He thought Sarah was one of those lunatic ladies who gained brain damage after dumped by her twentieth boyfriend. The boss suggested to the bartender that Sarah was a prostitute. Sarah heard the ‘P’ word from the fat guy’s mouth. She knew it was meant for her. She did not care. She was thoroughly blithe.

It was 6.28 in the morning and Sarah still smiled. Sarah finally finished her last glass of red wine. She looked at her watch and realized that it was almost 6.30. She had to catch a train to work. She kissed her watch and grabbed her wallet. She grimaced. She still wanted to enjoy the giddiness that she had at the bar. The bartender felt relieved when Sarah pointed at the money on the table. After that, Sarah pulled the bartender’s shoulder and licked him on the cheek. She whispered, “Call me,”. The eyes of the bartender typified a great surprise. Sarah walked off from the bar with her phone number left inside the bartender’s pocket. She did that impulsively but wholeheartedly. She was high. The relief she just garnered from her courageous action yesterday was the factor. She finally revealed her secrets to the world, particularly to her beloved one. She admitted that she was a weakling, but not a sad person.

It was 6.40 in the morning. Sarah still smiled and was happy