I woke up at 11 PM today. I got out of bed, and the alarm didn’t ring because it’s Saturday. No stretching; just standing. My green covers were in shambles, and I guess I’d been expecting it, but the room was just as much of a mess as when I’d left it the night before. The light was on; my family was awake, and the sporadic sounds of prepubescent children shows echoed their chorus through the hallway into my room. I thought I’d go back to bed, but I heard smashes of small feet cracking in the hallway and I knew I was screwed. So I went, talked, lived my day, listened to rain, went to sleep, and was uneventful.
And happy.
