Sunday Morning.

byverazhelvis

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Updated 7 years ago

Sunday morning. 8 a. m. I am sleeping. The telephone is ringing. My aunt.

-Hello.

-Oh.. I guess you are sleeping.

-Not anymore. But it's OK.

-You can come to see me today. Or if you can't, you can come any day.

-Ok , I will. Thank you.

Yes, of course I will come, dear auntie...I might come even today...But why couldn't you call me at least a little later?

I am not an early riser, especially on Sundays...

I come up to the window with a glass of water deciding if I should try to sleep a little more or not.

I see the house across the road. A young couple with the two children live there.

See an elderly woman come up to the gate and start pressing the door bell. Obviously

the inhabitants of the house are sleeping. She knocks on the gate, then takes out her

telephone and calls them.

I hear her from across the road :"Open the door!"

In some moments the woman of the house is seen in a coat thrown on her

nightgown.She opens the door...

Have a good sleep. Today, and tomorrow, and always.:)