First, on Saturday , in the morning, the world is open and wide. Later as choices pave a particular path the universe of options shrink.
Waking on a Monday, that then became a Saturday-like day is a pleasant childhood memory. I traveled from being late waking for school to schools out forever, or at least as far as I could imagine.
Waking on a day to have the world open and wide to me, carrying your smile with me. Your sweet smile that Monday awaking to find the day as free. Maybe it was a Thursday, what ever it was, it was a day when the universe changed with news and your sweet smile.
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