My Perfect Day

This weekend my friends and I started talking about what each of our perfect days would be. (This is assuming you were by yourself, not that your friends were pushed into another room having fun without you somewhere.) My perfect day includes: 1. Lying in my comfy bed, with freshly-laid clean sheets 2. With a pile of unread books that I knew were good, like maybe the end of a series I'd been waiting for or a book from a beloved author who hadn't published in a few years 3. And it would be late fall, and the sunlight would come through leaves and dapple on my covers, and the breeze would come through the open window 4. Maggie would be next to me, just lying furry and sweet against my leg like she used to 5. As would a box of fresh-baked cookies, which she would beg for but I would not give because chocolate contains theobromine which is bad for doggies 6. And it would be the Friday beginning a long weekend, so I would know I have plenty of time. There might be some mugs of coffee in there somewhere, too. And that would be my perfect day.