Sundays

I smell fresh air. There's a moment of peace. I hear birds chirping happily by my windowsill. Not far away, I can hear the faint grunt of Brandy. Must be the newspaper. I open my left eye, the room is pleasantly lighted by the morning sun. For a few short seconds, I have to ponder where I am and what day it is. Then, I roll over and curl up in my comforter... take a deep breath and shut my eyes again. For I know, there's no schedule, there's no curfew and there's no work. I know that the Straits Times, a cuppa aromatic coffee and a couple of canines will be waiting to great me later.

I love Sundays!