Six Ways To Sunday Novels & Stories

Chapter 5 If Saturday is my favorite day of the week then trust me Sunday is way better, because I literally don't have to wake up at all till past 1 in the afternoon. I mean no choirs no need to wake up early. After waking up at 12noon. I do a little bit of communication with my maker since I still haven't found a church here yet. I guess my room would just have to do. Moving on I do my usual yoga routines before I take my time to do my business in the washroom.

I also had a new neighbour move in where Chloe used to live which in turn made a bit sad because I missed them . Chloe's house and mine had a connecting gate and sooner if not later I was going to meet them . It was a Friday and I always made sure that I put in twice the work when it came to the last week of every month because it was our weekend off . Besides Mass on Sunday and a seven colours lunch , I spend most of my Sunday's sorting out orders for the next week.

Alannah moved my grave overnight, far away from her. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I sat atop my new grave, watching the view. Under the sunlight, my soul slowly began to fade. Just before I disappeared, I thought I heard a soft sigh. "I’m sorry, Xavier."

m. Sundays are the same, except I wouldn't go to that place. From 6:00 p.m. onward, I'd have more time to prep, study or catch up in case of surprise quizzes or tests. I'd go to sleep at 11:00 p.m. And I'd repeat this schedule every day —I say without pausing once. —I like how you're on top of your schedule, but… —the damn "but"—. What about lunch on weekdays, dinner on weekends, your Sunday parties, school activities?

“Okay. Wednesday nights are dinner nights. We alternate cooking. I’ll warn you now—I make about three things well, so you’re going to eat a lot of pasta and stir-fry.” “I can work with that.” “Saturdays we sleep in—no sunrise walks, I promise—then farmers market for fresh flowers and overpriced bread. Then we do whatever we want. Museum, movies, staying in bed all day.” “I vote for option three.” “Noted.” His thumb traces circles on my palm. “Sundays are lazy days. Brunch, reading, napping. Maybe we visit Anna when we can. Maybe we host dinners with friends. But mostly just us being together.”

This is crazy. “Let me see, am I forgetting any other thing?” she says, tapping her chin with her index finger. “Ah yes, Sundays. Sundays, my love. My weekdays are so busy and Sundays are sacred for me. I have a zero noise before 10am policy, so I can sleep in. And by zero, I mean zero.” She makes a circle with her finger and thumb for emphasis. “No movement whatsoever in the flat, not even to the kitchen. If you must leave the house, it has to be after 10. If you have to be somewhere before then, you might have to sleep out.”

“So, boss, please save my life. I don't want to die!” Luke messaged his temple, completely speechless. “ I will check what I can do” …… In Adan’s car, “Thank you, boss, you’re the best! Hahaha!” echoed through the Bluetooth speaker, Ken smirked at the two fools who thought they were sharing a secret.

His words were a blade stabbing my heart deep, twisting it. All the words I could have said came down to just one word. "Alright." After all, in six days, I would be gone from this world forever. Nothing else mattered anymore. Hearing me relent, Jared let out a sigh of relief and turned to Melody, joy in his eyes. I turned to leave, but he stopped me. He took a blanket and draped it over my shoulders, gently brushing back the stray hair with my ear. "Why are you wearing so little? You'll catch a cold."

I asked Gertrude. He gently opened his eyes. “You also take naps on this day and I’m usually the one that irritates you. Is today Opposite Day?” He asked while squinting his eyes. “I know I usually take naps today but I want to do something different. Isn’t there something I can do today?” “There Are different types of people that do different type of things today. Sunday’s are usually sunny days, so some people like to take cold beverages. Some like to just do things they love doing, like a hobby,” Gertrude concluded.