There's just an imprint that leaves you to distinguish certain days. Even if you aren't exactly keep track, the feeling retained allows you to feel the day. Sundays, glorious Sundays, there's just an air of carefree bliss to it. Especially Sunday afternoons, the perfect Sunday would be just lying around with some ballads, smooth music on.
I can't think of any other way than to enjoy life than to enjoy it on a Sunday, with no worries at all. At least that's how the world should learn to be.
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