Yesterday I slept in. When I woke up, sans alarm clock, I walked to the bakery down the street, picked up some croissants, made a latte at home, and devoured the latest issue of Vogue and that entire almond croissant. It was a good morning. Why can't Monday mornings be like Sunday mornings?
P.S. (In case you were wondering, yes, I slept with my hair that topknot.)
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