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It was the lack of alarm that finally woke me. Like a newborn baby, I stretched with curling toes and arched back. The complete bliss that comes from knowing I had nowhere to be, no-one to see. A work-free day, a responsibility-free day, a pamper-filled day. I rolled over and reached for my phone. No messages. I shifted, turned my pillow over to the cool side and lay back down. Idly, I thought what I could fill this day up with. There was that book I'd been meaning to finish, could always do with painting my nails, maybe a liquid lunch or housework if I got REALLY bored. The possibilities... I stretched my arm out again and picked up my iPod. No tweets. *sigh*
Desperately needing a shot of caffeine, I dragged myself up, shuffled into my slippers and sauntered down the stairs. As the cats weaved themselves around my ankles, I was thankfully for the attention, despite the fact that they just wanted feeding. And so, after seeing to them and chucking the fork into the empty sink - empty and still sparkling from when I cleaned it last night - I flicked the switch on the kettle. The fridge hummed loudly, funny how I'd never noticed it before. Booting up the laptop, I noted how fast the broadband speed was. Where usually the lights on the modem flickered, sending and receiving, this morning it flashed intermittently, the luxury of a whole bandwidth to myself. No emails. The kettle whistled as I reached for a mug; had to search for a mug that wasn't someone else's favourite.
I loaded up Spotify to break the silence as I caught up on all the news on Facebook - no status updates. As I tucked my legs under and pulled a blanket over my shoulders, I noticed how perfectly straight all cushions were, the remotes aligned with the end of the coffee table, the blinds still drawn.
Today was only day one... how on earth was I going to cope with the lads being away on camp for a whole week??