Blasts of light pattern the blinds and you hear murmurs of a rolling thunder. You were lonely here, but you kinda like to feel it. The air conditioner is blowing. It's time to change the filter. Florida tomatoes, huge, ripe, and red, are zigzagged on the table, but the bacon threatens you to slice one and the extra sharp cheddar cheese has to be grated the thinnest.
Today I am grateful for this day.
So much that I dedicate this song to a twenty-four hour period.
Dear Saturday, my Romeo, my Prince,
I love you. Thank you for loving me, too.
Sincerely,
Me, your Juliet, your Scarlet Letter
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