Seven Sundays...

Alice woke to see the faint glow of the autumnal morning shining through the half closed curtain of her bedroom window... not wanting to meet the day too early, Alice lay back in bed and let the day start at a much slower pace... a far nicer way to start everyday she thought to herself.  Sundays now seemed to be the only day where the fast pace of life didn't always seem to dare invade... How Alice longed for Sunday, more than any other day in the week... in fact so much so, that she wished everyday could be a Sunday, she lay there smiling gently to herself at the thought of seven Sundays...