Shakespearean Sonnets Vocabulary Story #1
Saturdays were Delilah's day. The rest of the week was unpredictable, with potential impediments around every turn, but Saturdays remained steady. Even in the tempests, Delilah could feel complete control on these days because of the mind set she adapted. She felt beyond the compass of worry or stress with the week behind her, and could allow herself to mentally relax. Saturdays typically consisted of working on herself, and getting in the correct mental state for the following week. During temperate weather Delilah would sprawl out on a chair outside to darken her complexion, and during the cold winter she would curl up inside with a book and a steaming cup of coffee. She remained in an untrimmed state, but she was indifferent to how she appeared to her empty apartment. The rest of the week would be for her uncomfortable dress shirts and pantsuits, but Saturdays were for threadbare sweats and funky shaped buns on the top of her head. Oh how Delilah wished she could extend her lease on Saturdays. The following day she would have to return to reality, which would involve several alterations to her latest article and drawing up the theme of her new one. Delilah would be forced to sit in her tiny little cubicle, with her obnoxious coworker across the hall trying to flirt with her all day. Lunch would involve the tasteless pasta and mushy vegetables from the dinky cafe. The days would undoubtedly drown together in one muddle of a week. But just before Delilah's mind could decline to a state of complete boredom, Saturday would be back. And Saturdays were the best days.
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