This post is in response to the weekly prompt at Sunday Scribblings.
The incessant meow! meow! meow! and head-butts finally force her out from underneath her comfort zone, snuggled with her bedspread. She plops on the couch and flips through hours of mindless TV. During commercials, she sneaks to the kitchen for just one more cup of coffee. The warm, hazelnut vice feeds her addiction. Sunlight sneaks through the bent blinds, casting a spotlight for the dancing dust.
She thinks about all the ways she could spend her Saturday. Shop for a new outfit; try that new Indian restaurant on the corner; walk around the neighborhood; go to yoga class; check out the free movies at the film festival. But that would mean getting up, showered and dressed. Too much effort.
What's a few more hours of lazy rest? She can always take action tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is another day.
also posted on Carry On Tuesday #142