It was Sunday morning. It was drizzling. I looked out the window, and the sky is grey. I could see clouds. I could hear raindrops. The sound of thunder could be heard. I switched off the air conditioning. I turned on the fan. I pulled the comforter over my head and squeezed my eyes shut.
The gloomy weather - no sunlight, no birds chirping, no neighbourhood dogs barking, no sound of babies crying, no fragrance of breakfast wafting into my bedroom.
As I sat on my bed, contemplating, I hear a small voice whispering inside my head.
"It's Sunday... tomorrow is still a holiday."
Yes!!!!
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