It
is Sunday morning.
These
days are days where people think about more.
These
are days where there is reheated pizza and you regret of things you did, or you
did not.
They
say Sundays are days where you don't take out your pyjama, days to go to
eat an ice cream in the evening.
Days
of hearing the same song that you end up hating.
Days
of family meals.
Days
to go to your village and days of sunglasses.
Days
of "Nothing happens to me" but that shouts "Everything
happens to me, hugh me"
It is Sunday. It is a beautiful Sunday.
