One Sunday Morning

One Sunday morning, I woke up from what seems to be a "15 hours of deep sleep". I blankly stared at the ceiling and tried to make out a plan for the day but thoughts simply escaped my mind. I stretched my hands forming a "V" shape and straightened my legs while pointing my toes, my way of welcoming the day. I yawned, took a deep breath and placed my hands on top of my stomach trying to gather my thoughts once more when I heard it rumbling and felt my intestines squirming.

So I dragged myself out of bed and did what hungry people normally do.... "EAT".... 🐷🍉🍎🍌🍲.... ☺