chapter 2.

[Anya]

all that I wanted was a fine languorous evening spent listening to music. I got it=)however, it'd be perfect, ifit was summer,the eve was warm and tender,dark small room,nothing to worry about,nowhere to hurry,alone or with a friend who is sharing my feelings and thoughts, my colours...a walkman switched to the 4.1 sound system,Radiohead,loudly,no fucking neighbours,a bottle of tasty red wine,winston,sit on the floor,sheets of paper,pencil,sheets of paper,brushes and watercolour,my guitar,one more guitar for a friend (optional),Radiohead...and when the morning comes, it'll seem to be special.