Perfect sunday

I woke up after 9 when the sun shined on my face softly, instead of getting up, I kept my eyes closed and indulged myself in a good mood brought by the vague memory of my favorite sweet dream. This was the dream repeated many times in my life, the only character I remember is the boy, by looking into whose eyes I feel peaceful and sweet. I sometimes think he is the boy I went to the same class with from elementary school all through high school. He never was my boyfriend or my date or even one of those who said anything like "I like you" to me, but he had a special place in my heart and I hope I was something to him too. I felt puzzled for a long time about the fact I keep seeing him in my dream, maybe as the old saying goes: distance creates beauty...but recently, in my dream, his face often became blurry and blended with Hao's face. I was for a moment a little overwhelmed by joy, I know I see my true feelings in dreams, and the things that I have always tried so hard to look for in life is actually so close, so close that sometimes I can't see.


Knowing that I am actually a safe and lucky woman that many women should be jealous of, I turned on my favorite music of this month, made a pot of coffee and sit in bed and continued the reading of a novel that I should have done in my college days, letting the music and coffee smell play the background.


Sunday is worry-free day for me, I don't have to think of work or what to eat, I always store plenty of my favorite snack in my apartment to keep myself from hungry and satisfy my glutton for delicious food. Watching people going to church across the road, I almost feel I am in my own heaven.