I love Saturday's by Ann Wood

I love Saturdays !!!
I slowly and slowly wake up at 6,
I wonder if I get up, but then I remember it's Saturday, pillow day I turn to the other side and continue to dream fabulous dreams ...
Saturday is not in a hurry to get anywhere !!!
I reach out of the blanket ...
Burrr cold!
Go again under the warm blanket! The cat snorts sleepily at my feet, as if telling me where you are rushing,? Tonya, you have all day to rest from the fatigue of the week and the eternal hurry for somewhere ... you are in a hurry to sleep to get up, you are in a hurry to drink coffee, you are in a hurry to eat breakfast, you are eating, you are in a hurry to get home, you are you cook and tidy up your home, you are in a hurry to rest, and finally you go to bed, you have to get up again !!! And where is the joy of Life !!!
But, here comes Saturday and I am no longer in a hurry !!!
When I fall asleep I will get up,
When I get up slowly, I'll start making coffee at night, sit down slowly to get it myself, waltz out to Chopin, and watch the slow white snowflakes pile up the black earth, the cat snaking in my lap in heat.
And my soul will become so light and white !!!
Saturdays pass quickly,
But the feeling of not rushing for nothing,
They give me absolute relaxation !!!
Feeling of Freedom !!!

Short story by Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-11-23 at 16:13

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A perfect description of how Saturdays should be.