Copyright© Esu Migabe 2006
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She'd had a good night's sleep and was now awakening. Drifting, alone with her dream, slowly reaching consciousness once more. She smiled as her dream faded and reality started to return.
'I wonder what will happen today. Hopefully I won't be rushed off my feet at work, ' she thought to herself as she snuggled into her pillow again.
Her peace was suddenly shattered 'Damn! The alarm clock hasn't gone off!' She looked at the clock with bewilderment. 'I'm late!' Shooting out of bed, she grabbed her clothes and rushed into her bathroom. As she started to splatter water on her face, it suddenly dawned to her that it was Saturday! Saturday, she could spend the whole day in bed if she wanted to.
It had been a strange week. Her boyfriend had said that he was going to be working away from home for a few months. Oh, there was the phone and other ways to stay in contact with him but that wasn't the same. He might forget her or even worse, find someone else. The evenings were going to be unbearably quiet now. You could only watch so much television and quite honestly, the programmes just lately hadn't done much to inspire her.
Maybe she should take up a hobby. She wasn't really someone who could do that though as she got bored with things very quickly. Evening classes didn't even sound scintillating. No, she was going to have to find some other way of using up her time.
She dried her face and went into the kitchen to make herself a drink which she decided to take back to bed. 'I've got a whole weekend ahead of me, with nothing much to do.' On the way back to her bedroom, she paused by the front door to pick up the mail, which the postman had delivered earlier that morning.
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