Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu

Day 6 – Dialogue with the voices in my head


The phone is ringing like a mad man in the middle of a mental crisis.

Ela, wake up! Ela, just open your eyes and pick up the phone! I overslept again. You always do this! You stay up late and then oversleep. Ephia. Oh good, she is still sleeping. What time is it? 10,30 am. Okay, there is still time; quickly, get dressed and go pick up that package down town. Why is the phone still ringing? Right, I didn’t answer.

“Hello. Yes, I am on my way now. Don’t worry, I will pick it up as soon as I can and get back to you.”

Phone “slammed” into the pillows. I hate fucking phones with their fucking ringers and their fucking people on the other end of the line. Right, get dressed.  Is Ephia still sleeping? Okay, just kiss D goodbye and get out of the house. The car keys, where did I put my car keys? I need to smoke and have some coffee; no time for that, just grab the keys and go!

Red light; why is it that when you need a green light you always find a red one – fucking Murphy’s laws.Why is that yellow light on? Oh shit, I am running out of gas. Don’t worry; you still have time to pull up at the gas station. My wallet; I forgot my wallet. No, this is not happening to me. I can’t go back now, it would be impossible to make it on time. Okay, the tram station is right there so I will just leave the car here and take the tram. Sure, why have a car? It’s useless without gas.

Whew, I made it. Just relax and enjoy the ride, at least you don’t have to worry about traffic. Oh no, I forgot my phone in the car. Now I can’t call D to tell him I can’t pick him and Ephia up to go to the park. What’s wrong with me today? Calm down; this is what usually happens when you oversleep, and you ALWAYS oversleep. I will try waking up early tomorrow morning. I know I can; other people can survive with only five hours of sleep, so I definitely would too.

Good, here’s the guy. Say thank you and politely excuse yourself to catch the tram back. Okay this is not bad; I can make it back without being too late. Look at that woman. Doesn’t she know that in Italy it’s forbidden to wear sandals in May? Stop looking at her, there’s your stop. Where did I leave the car? Just kidding (but that would have been fun). Okay, I made it back. Here they are. Oh, look how cute Ephia is; she needs a kiss and a hug and some more kisses.

“Okay guys, let’s hit the park and grab some coffee! Good morning!”

About the author

Ela Vasilescu

I’m a writer based in Florence, Italy.

Human nature inspires me, different cultures, traditions, folk stories and the differences which make us unique. Documenting stories is a privilege, a glimpse into humanity, an unforgettable experience, one which I embrace and honour every day.

If you have a story twitching in the back of your pocket, one that is ready to be told, shared and heard, chances are I will be ready to listen; so don’t hesitate to send me an email.

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Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu