It's day like this that I look forward to. Where the timing of waking up matches the amount of sleep you needed, because of a work weary week, is perfect. Everything falls into place. The lighting in the kitchen is just right and bathes the room in warm light. The pancakes are almost perfect circles and seem to flip themselves. The coffee is made just right. So good, in fact, that it makes conversations seem effortless. But there are somethings about Sundays that are so horrible one can't even bear to think about. Monday. The six letter word that looms over you so you don't quite enjoy your perfect Sunday. So I say the big F you to Monday. Thanks for ruining No Alarm Sunday.
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