Its Saturday at last
Lazy days are happy days
Its Saturday at last
Saturday
After a long week
I lie in bed
day not asking much of me
Curtains barely open
the light comes in slow
I stretch, I sigh
I smile a little
because it’s Saturday
and I love weekends
No alarms
no reason to rush
just the soft hush
of nothing planned
I stay till eleven
then pad to the kitchen
barefoot, in yesterday’s T shirt
kettle on
the world can wait
I butter toast
pile on jam
and eat it leaning on the counter
sun catching crumbs on the floor
No makeup, no lists
just peace
and the radio low
I might read
I might not
I might lie back down
just because I can
Time doesn’t chase me today
it strolls
it stretches
it hums a tune I know by heart
It’s Saturday
after all
and I love weekends
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