Monday.  The cuckoo goes out from the clock and hesitantly looks at me.

I don't see it. So the bird makes the cuckoo once. Looks to every side, looking for some flying sandal or pillow, but moment later, reassured, cuckoos three times more. Then it enters into the clock to check the hour and return to make two more war calls of the morning.

I hear the bird, try to remember where did I put my slippers and recollect that when I threw them on the cuckoo the last Monday, the bird ducked and they flew through the window. Now I recollect Mike, my neighbour living the story under mine, crying with surprise, when he went out to the balcony and some puffy slippers floated down on him.

Do I have something else to throw at this arrogant bird? I don't think too much about it (thinking at this hour? Are you nuts?), I tuck the pillow under my ear and step down into dungeons of morning oblivion.

But another ear feels something touching it. I try to understand what could it be, but sudden "CUCKOO" makes the understanding trivial. The only question is, how the bird flew from the clock.

I open my left eye. (The right is stuck in the dream.) The eye tries to pop-up from the socket: Cuckoo is flying in the room from chair to table, to the picture of Dali, then Escher, then on the clock. When the eye gets used to morning light, I cannot find the bird, because it'/s hiding in the clock.

"Hey, Mr. Cuckoo. Do you hear me? What have I here?"

The head pops out from the hole in the clock and look in my direction.

"Mr. Cuckoo. Do you want to have it? Come. Come tome and I will give it to you"

Head to the left. Head to the right. Beak opens and closes. Wings stretch out and the bird jumps to my bed.

"Ah. Here you are. The damn bird! Now I'll pluck all you plume, feather after feather. You'll feel the same way as I, when you cuckoo in my ear. Darn bird!"

And I begin to shake it. More and more, until the bed is shaking too.

.

"What? What do you want? Why do you wake me so early?

"Early? You asked me to wake you at 7am. It's now 10 minutes later. I am tired to wake you. Next time use an alarm clock! And now wake and rise. You will be late."

"Late? To what?"

"You said you want to cycle before the work"

"I told you that?

"Yep"

"And you believed?"

"??"

"Are you sure that today is Monday?"

"??"

"You know, maybe you made a mistake. Or maybe I am dreaming about you? Yeh. That's it. I am dreaming about you."

(The kiss was a surprise. Very delicate, wet and feeling good surprise.)

"Not that I didn't like it, but why did you kiss me just now?"

"It's years that you didn't say me that you dreamed about me."

"Yeh. Right. Then maybe we'll send children and do.. you know.."

"But you have to go to the work."

"Will the work run away if it won't see me today??"

"Hmm.."

"Oh, come here!"