Six o'clock in the morning. As always Jespar's confused look, when I'm pretending to be asleep, secretly waiting for him to wake up, quietly mumbling: „Gunther, you horny rascal. What naughty things are you doing down there again?“ „I hate your humour“, he says. „You are not the only one there“, I say. „Someday, i swear, I'll really place a Gunther in this bed for you. Just to see your face. And now shut up. I want to sleep.“ I get myself something to drink. About half an hour later I return and try to wake him up again. „Hello, favorite person.“ „What do you want?“ He sounds a bit harsh. „I can be me with you“, I say. „And that's great! Because otherwise I'd be someone else.“ „Hm. I think it's good that you are you.“ „Really?“ „Yes. You might as well be the king of Arazeal. Then you'd be handsome, charming, rich – my life with you would be perfect. But who wants that, really? Such a perfect life. It's the flaw that makes us interesting. And you are very interesting.“ I blink. „Just something special, you know?“, he continues, turning in bed and pulling the blanket over his head. „You are such a romantic“, I say and trot away. Have to think of the small note I found one morning next to my bed: Always stay the way you are keep on improving It's nice to have someone who believes in you.
