Lying Sunday

Sunday today they say it's a good day to pray, me I don't pray I'm quiet don't have a lot to say.

Sunday I lie not in words but in bed, for most of that day I'm horizontal like my bed.

Late afternoon I get out of my bed, head to the kitchen because my belly needs fed.

Eat my fill then join my wife Jill, she's lying on the floor because her back feels sore.

I lie down beside her on the hard wooden floor, give her a kiss a cuddle and more.

Twenty minutes later with a large smile on my face, I get up of the floor and head for the bedroom door.

Lie down on my bed with a soft pillow resting beneath my head, close my eyes and wake when monday arrives.