In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Sparkling or Still.”
I rather enjoy the way my days start, so I wouldn’t change the beginning. It is a momentary blurred close up of my Pitt Bull, Jack’s nostrils as he stares at me, willing me to wake up. His tail begins it’s loving wag the moment I blink. His calm face is then replaced by my female Pitt, Lyra, who is less interested in telepathy, and more intent on making sure I don’t go back to sleep. That part, I would never change.
As for the rest of a day off, a day I long for, I think it would start with Thelonious Monk, a cup of coffee, and my couch. My phone would be off. My television would have some action mind bending thriller playing – but it would be silent.
I would of course don my serious bed hair and stay in my pajamas until it is time to bath, and get back into another pair of pajamas.
I would wish for rain and a barefooted stroll around my garden. There is something about the grey skies that makes any colour look even more beautiful. The wind and the cracking of thunder would make me happy. So would the joy it brings to my crazy animals, who would be more than happy to join me in the mud.
Coffee. Perhaps tea, and then a lazy perusal of the fridge and a just as lazy slap together of a meal that can be eaten with my butt firmly planted in my door step, still barefoot, and still loving the rain, and most of all, still falling in love with each piano note that rings through my little home.
That doesn’t sound like much, but that is the point. Boredom is the plan. No talking. No worrying. No needing. Just being. Belonging just where I am, for as long as I choose to belong in that moment. Because on a day off, every moment would belong to me.