Short dreams.

Each time I fall into the same mistake, but at least this time I was justified.

After 42 minutes on the site of a job interview, spending time looking at how things work and how they need to be done, filling yourself a couple of records, it comes spontaneous thinking «Hooray! It's done: my life is finally about to change!» 

And there you are, naive believer and dreamer, planning new budgets, new purchases, new routines with a huge smile on your face.

Then, you find yourself frantically checking your email, moving your phone from a place to another even when the signal if full, waiting for a call like a teenager at her first date with the most handsome bloke of the school.

But, when the call doesn't come within the time it was supposed to be, here that you actually see all your sand castles falling down, dragged away from a virtual high tide, till the last grain.

So, you open your eyes again and nothing has changed, like everything has never happened and you're still trapped in your yesterday which will be your tomorrow too, over and over again.

Until the next dream.