Her Sunday afternoon

It is Sunday after lunch. She has a lot of things to do, but she does not want to do anything. Today, she does not feel like cleaning the house, studying or visiting her parents. She only wants to sit on the sofa and watch the TV. And rest. And do not think. After a while, she finds something to watch. It is a film. She has seen it before and she knows that she likes it. So it is ok, it is going to make the time pass and she is not going to be disappointed.

But today something is different, because the film makes her cry. She has never cried before with this film, but today she just cannot stop crying. She asks herself why, the film is not a weepy. Maybe now, being older and more mature, she see aspects that she did not see the last time, or she understands new things that were hided for her before. She continues seeing the film with a weird feeling. She does not like being sad, but it is like if she is getting something off her chest. She asks herself again why today these scenes are making her cry.

The film ends. The final music sounds. She cannot read the credits because she has her eyes filled with tears. But she can listen to the song, Tears in Heaven by Eric Clapton, and she realizes that she needed a Sunday afternoon like this. She does not ask again why today the film made her cry, because she knows it was not the film.

Tears in Heaven, Eric Clapton: http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=VRsJlAJvOSM