Saturday Morning

He stood there in a dazed stupor.  Wearing his Plush robe black as his last sip of coffee.  Covered in lint from laying in bed with his robe on again; he had told himself he was going to stop doing that.  Robes are like permanently attached giant blankets, though, as if one were already curled up in the large covers of a cozy bed.  Sometimes he just liked to make that transition seamless, jumping right under the covers still robed.  He regretted it every time, though.  It is quite difficult to roll over in bed when your lying on something loosely wrapped around your entire body; not to mention you'll be sweating uncomfortably in no time.  So inevitably, every time, the robe would be awkwardly wiggled out of from under the covers, like a magician escaping from a straight jacket.

It was Saturday.  The day with no expectations for work, but every expectation for himself.  If you're going to develop yourself, explore the world, become an astronaut, or do anything fancy in your free time, Saturday is the day to do it.  What pressure.



Weekdays, you just do the drill.  Sunday, God lets you feel OK and blesses you for doing nothing.  Saturday, though, how unsettling.  He wanted to be lazy, because he didn't have to do anything.  He wanted to achieve greatness, because there was nothing he could not do.  It was 10am, so he couldn't not sleep in, he had already made that decision.  But now what?  Now what does the future hold?  How should he hope the day to unfold?

So he stood there in a dazed stupor.  Debating if he should refill his coffee cup or take a load off on the porcelain throne first.  Remembering how irritating it is to get a fresh cup of coffee, and then have to go use the bathroom and let your fresh coffee get cold, he opted to play it safe; taking a small rectangular object full of paper with markings on it with him into the bathroom.

When he emerged he felt like a new man.  Not because of what he had done, but because of the markings on the paper.  They had made him think, and they had made him laugh.  But in those few short minutes, the most powerful thing that happened, was that he had been inspired.  No longer dazed by the pressure of a Saturday morning, it became a Saturday that couldn't be seized quick enough.  He was inspired to change the world, to do good, to live a meaningful life in which ever way he could.  So he refilled his coffee, and with a heart filled right with love, he did what he was inspired to do, and he wrote the words above.