The ideal lazy Sunday starts without a hangover. Your head isn't heavy and neither are your eyes. You are well rested. Your mind is well rested and not thinking about emails and messages you are yet to reply to.
When your eyes open to the world, the sunshine seeping in through the window doesn't bother you as much it rejuvenates you.
Your furry friend is next to you. They want cuddles and cuddles only. Miraculously they don't need a shit in the morning so they can laze right next to you. It is perfection itself.
Your phone is next to you as well. You open Instagram and the only thing you can see if videos of animals dressed as humans. You laugh at the silly looking animals whilst in the company of your own furry friend.
By the time you finish watching the videos, it's nearly noon. Too late for breakfast. Never mind. Lunch is just as much of a blessing.
You pull out an open packet of pasta from the pantry. Time to finish this bad boy- even though it's non-perishable. A large pan and a pot on the stove make you feel like you're going to Ramsay your way through the kitchen but you end up opting for a simple recipe because you are you and not Ramsay.
The smell of garlic takes over the kitchen- and your fingers. But you don't mind. There's butter, garlic, tomatoes- it smells like good food so going to the gym later should be on the cards to balance it out. Then you break down the ingredients and realise that the per serving calories are not too bad and so your lack of inclination to head to the gym can be excused for a Sunday.
You take your meal to your spot- because we've all got one. Your furry friend is with you all along, but he's a good boy so he eats his own food instead of lusting after yours. You sit together and watch a show you have watched many, many times before. But like this meal and like Sunday afternoon, and like your furry friend's company, there's comfort in watching the same show over and over again. Knowing what's coming, the twists and the turns, and the witty one-liners makes life so much easier.
You watch the next episode, and the next. Your phone occasionally buzzes but you ignore it. It's a day for you and your furry friend. And the TV. When your friend wakes up and is feeling playful, you entertain them. You annoy them like all humans annoy their pets. They annoy you too, but you love it.
You decide that perhaps being a potato for the rest of the day isn't ideal. But you also don't want to leave your furry baby alone. You convince them that you'll be back in a jiffy. They don't respond because they don't speak Human. You leave the door the bathroom open while you shower, satisfied that you can keep an eye on them while you wash up. You wonder if there's a hint of separation anxiety there. You conclude that it is far bigger than that.
You play some more with your furry friend and then it is evening. Time to unwind again and prepare for the week to come. But it doesn't feel so bad. You took some time to ignore people. 'Disconnect', as they say. You spent quality time with the ones who love you unconditionally. You ate good food. You emptied your mind. It was a glorious Sunday.