Saturday Night

I sat on with a book, had my feet high on the chair. The T.V. was on and my sister was playing around. I started reading on my normal speed. Then I have decided to slow down since I cannot fully comprehend what the book was saying due to the distractions from the television. In a short while, I just saw myself reading slowly like I was never familiar with the alphabet. I stopped. I fell asleep with the book on my hand, and my feet high on the chair. Then I woke up and to my surprise, I said to myself “This Saturday night is one of the most magnificent nights I ever had.” And I meant it, though I don’t know why. I really don’t know why.

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