It would be tomorrow soon
"Where are we going?", she asked. He did not answer, but smiled at her, keeping his secret. His eyes went back to the road, and a little above that. The mountainous terrain moved under them, their car a timeless capsule in which they were trapped. She questioned him for a second in her heart, but decided to trust him. He had always chosen the best spots for holidays. As the sun's last light shone upon her face, her worries started to fade away, and her eyelids started to fall closed. It would be tomorrow soon.
"Come on, it's time for bed", his mother laughed. Seeing the colors on the tree, he could not contain his enthusiasm. He tried to hide under a blanket, so he could look at it for just a little longer, but one look from his mother made him realize that she was dead serious. As he was tucked in, she sang him to sleep. Soon, the warmth of his blanket shut out the cold of the snow. It would be tomorrow soon.
Somewhere in a city that was a little too big, a man drank himself to sleep. It had only been five days since he had seen his daughter, but the loneliness had gotten to him. Still, even the thought of that little ball of joy relieved him from his solitude. He looked forward to seeing those big, blue eyes that questioned everything. It would be tomorrow soon.
He arranged the flowers in a manner that she liked. After all, he would see her again tomorrow. Spring was fully awake, and the roses from his garden bloomed like never before. He was old now, and in his age, he had found all the secrets to growing the most diverse and stunning flowers. Still, his wife liked red roses best. He had given in, and his garden bled as his heart did. It had been two years now, but still her presence lingered just around the next corner. It would be tomorrow soon.
She was just a girl. The way the lights lit the room reminded her of the summer she spent in Switzerland; he had also been from Switzerland, he who had ra- we don't think about that. Her friend's laughter had not quite died down yet, but the loneliness was stifling. It wasn't a good idea to call him already; what if he found out how dependent she was on him? The knife cut cleanly, and the pain brought some relief. She put some louder and more chaotic music on, and laid in bed for a while. It would be tomorrow soon.
