That Sunday Feeling

After wrestling with the blankets all night and waking up so tangled up that I could barely get out of bed, I realized it is Sunday.  Sunday and I can sleep without an alarm.  Sunday and I can make a tasty brunch.  Sunday and I can just be lazy and happy.  I can do what I want.

I read an article about being resurrected. I browsed through Facebook and even made a couple of posts.  I waited to put on clothes, preferring my pajamas and no bra.

I felt like a cat who finds a spot of sun to take a nap.  I felt like a stack of pancakes.  I felt like journaling in a hammock.

I felt like experiencing the silence you find in an empty church building.

Sunday feels like a warm blanket and a nap.