Constant trouble

My thigh's muscles started to burn and I realized, that I got lost in my head again and ran a few kilometers more than usually. Looks like I have to run even faster back home, so I wouldn't be late to work. Nevermind, little sprint never killed nobody, did it? I turned myself in the opposite direction and ran as fast as my aching body let me. Few minutes later I was already at the apartment house that I live in. I check my watch, phew, that was close. Looks like I will make it to work on time, even with my morning rituals. Wake up at 5 am, 10 kilometers run, long hot shower with last few minutes of cold water, breakfast and than dancing to my favourite music, while dressing and putting on a little makeup. Half a year back I've found this apartment, which is only two blocks from my work. It was love at first sight. Not only for where it's situated, but it's maisonette on the roof of an old house. It has beautiful view of the cathedral in our city. I don't have lot of furniture in here. It's one big space divided in small entrance hall, kitchen and living room. I have a table and two chairs in kitchen to have a place to eat. Sofa, little table and few cupboards in living room. Stereo and sound system is by far the most expensive thing I have in my apartment. And a small collection of vinyls. I love music and dancing, have I mentioned it yet? Probably yes. As it is a maisonette, it has stairs leading to what I call bedroom, but it's actually just a mattress on the wooden floor and a lamp beside it. But there's a roof window right above "the bed" and you can watch stars in the night, blue sky when it's sunny outside, or pouring rain. The rent is pretty high and I am also saving for my dream trip to Scandinavia. That is also the reason why I get lost in mind sometimes. Haven't been to Scandinavia, but it feels like it's calling me to "return". Mostly my wolf Nila is insisting on going there. I have met her when I turned 18, that is 5 years ago. A lot has happened since then...well even before I found her in me, my life was a mess. But I don't want to think about it. I got my things together for last two years, graduate, found a job and cut myself out from toxic relationships, mostly with men. Focusing on my job as QA engineer in a startup company, saving and planning my trip across Scandinavia. Oh and the most important these days - creating a choreography to a burlesque show. I am a pole dance trainer in my spare time and one friend of mine is reopening an old cabaret in our city. He called some time ago giving me the opportunity to create something beautiful with him and a team of professionals. Today is a costume rehearsal, can't wait to see them all in their costumes! And how it will fit with the choreography. I am pretty nervous. Today is Wednesday and the premiere is planned on Saturday night! Ok, last check in the mirror, which leans on the wall next to my big clothes hanger stand, and I am ready to go. Usually I stop by a cafeteria on my way to work, get a cappuccino and chit chat with their barista Lena, who is also attending my pole dance classes. But I have to skip this routine today. I need to leave the office earlier than normally, so I have to be there earlier than usual. I waved at Lena through the cafeteria window and apologetically tapped my watch. She smiled and nod her head as she understands my rush. Today is Wednesday and I am about to visit Mila, my mother. Well, my foster mother, since I was 10. I am an orphan, actually I have no idea, where I came from. 20 years ago, they've found me at the door of an orphanage with a short hand written notice, that I am 3 years old, my name is Eva and my parents are dead.