I almost forgot how it feels to wake up late and be home on a Sunday morning.
I wake up at 9 and stay home every other day... almost. But they're not Sundays, can never be.
But now that it's pouring down outside, I just sit back with a cup of hot coffee and put some music on. Maybe Dido's "Quiet Times"... or something by Suede.
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I want to be home on Sundays, toasts and sunny side up just the way I like it, on table beside the Sunday comic strips. not in a hostel, eating spoons of peanut butter and listening to the construction work.
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