spoiled by too much good food, loud laughter shared too late, and new books that smell old...
spoiled by a will to sleep in until the time is past double digits...
spoiled by a mess of sheets that cling too tight, keeping you in place.
In bed.
spoiled by the call of characters you are just getting to know... Four hours in and you know them better than they know themselves. Penpals penned on paper for all of eternity.
spoiled by cloudy days and drizzling rain and a warm apartment.
spoiled by the promises of sweet slumber and the hope of good dreams.
Sundays spent, spoiled by ripping up lists you know you have to finish.
Instead, lounging around with books and left over food and no motivation to do anything but enjoy the day by doing absolutely nothing.
Learning and growing through movies and television, the gentle glow of the screen your best friend for the day.
eating whatever is in arm's reach and saving what is left for a midnight snack.
Skipping church only to find God in the newest novel by your bedside. To see him peeking in through the cracked curtains letting in the early morning light. To feel him in the silence.
Breaking plans because they all require effort and there is no room for that today...
The best laid plans...are no match for Sundays...
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