After five minutes of struggle she managed to pull her eyelids up. It was still dark in the room and for a moment she thought her watch showed the wrong time. No. Nothing wrong. It’s close to midday and her heavy dark curtains are doing their job well, hiding away any hint of light from her. She looked at her phone. Five missed calls. Mum. „I am ok mum, in the meetings all day. Call back later“ she texted a comforting lie… It’s been three days since their break up. The love of her life. The guy she wanted to have kids with. The one that made her laugh. And all the stuff they show in the soup operas. She opened the curtains. Grey sky and pouring rain just made her grin. Soup opera it is. The grieving girl unable to get up and taking sick leave at work because of a break up. How pathetic! She went to the bathroom and washed her face with cold water. Suddenly she froze. Who is this girl?! Swollen eyes, pale face, dirty uncombed hair. Seriously?! She gave herself a good slap: „Wake up!“ She felt the anger raising in her. Powder. Black eyeliner. Mascara. Red lipstick. One more slap! „Now you have a natural blush“ she said to herself silently. Umbrella. Keys. Money. Phone. I am out of here! She smashed the door. A deep breath… She puts a wide smile on her face and takes a confident step forward. The rain is drumming her bright umbrella as she walks ahead splashing through the puddles in her rubber boots as if knocking the rhythm. „Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning how to dance in the rain,“ she thinks and her smile becomes real.