Sunday Morning

Danielle Alakija
Aug 27, 2017 · 2 min read

I am no more irritated with humanity today, than I have been in days before.

(an important note to add is the fact that I am writing this at 6am, and have yet to leave my bed, never mind open my curtains).

I am thinking about all the things I could do with the day today. I could do that big grocery shop that has been eluding me for the past two weeks. Though that would mean breaking up with the pizzeria down the street, and I’m not fond of letting go of love. So perhaps not.

I could clean out my clothes cupboard, and finally do away with the 39 t-shirts I haven’t worn since my first year of university. The vast accumulation of odd socks is getting to be a bit much, and I’m a bit afraid they’re going to overrun the room and I’ll be forced to sleep in the bathtub.

I could roll out the yoga mat.

I could write all the stories I am supposed to be writing. All the meaningful ones, the one to make you cry and think and then cry again. I could begin that book I am always thinking about. I could write some poetry that would change the way you look at the world.

I am thinking about the quietest of times, the moments just before you fall asleep, when you have one foot in and one foot out of the world.

I am thinking about how this could all be done next Sunday.

I am going back to bed.

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Danielle Alakija

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Author. Poet. Spaghetti Enthusiast. @daniellealakija

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