3 Wednesday

I awoke earlier to spend more time even if I still a little bit tired. Whereas I was dressing up I saw a women, bravely I fell down. She was like this woman in James Bond's film. She came closer, as usual with women, I blushed, pushed her away. I tried to speak fluently and to get over

this embarrassing moment, I ask to her "Who are you ? how did you get in here ?". At this moment I woke up, she has vanished. I heard knocking at the door.

I'm like this character in theses cartoons, I ran in all across the room, dressing up as fast as I can. I heard a second knocking.

After the shortest three minutes of my life.

I opened the doors slowly, and I heard "Morning mister your neighbour heard some noise,is everthing all right ?".

I exhaled a big blow and answered " Yes everything is all right, excuse me" and I closed the door.

I repacked my lugagge then I've walked down the 5th and Broadway streets to finally see "The Continental Hotel" also known as the Flatiron Building.

After this little stop,and some pictures .I took a little break, sat at the edge of the Huston river. Once more thanks to the jet lag, I fell asleep. Waking up by the wind, I walked to the One's Tower. But I felt like someone watching me but this moment, I was not scared.

So I continued to walk, having reached the 102th floors, I had a breath taking view New York. After spending like an hour I walked back to my room, and on my way I received a message from ‪212-180-251-885‬ saying "I know they're following you , they know you're alone" three times and signed Mr.Harolle.

I didn't know why I acted like this but, I answered "Stupidity always insists" and arrived at my hotel. Nevertheless I still haunted by these eleven words, how he got my number ? Who was he ? And why writing this ?". I hurried up to take off on time.

During the flight, I watched "Shining", but this time no shiver, nothing. I took a look on my notes and added it.

"12.08-shiver/sweet touch"

"12.09-hit"

"12.10-woman ?/friend ?/Alone ?"