The sun shone through the frontroom window.

The window as all in the house, looked as though someone simply started making holes in the walls. Though holes would actually look better.

The sunlight quickly warmed the room, making the nine o’clock morning air feel like four.

The strange thing about summer is that when the sun shines into a room it causes it to heat up, which of course causes one to open more windows to let in more air, which causes the room to get even hotter.

This of course was one of those days.

Not that I would of realized it, I of course was still in bed.

My room is not what you would call normal, nor for that fact would you call me normal. My room is dark, blue, and filled to the brim with knickknacks. My Father says it looks very much like a gypsy caravan, that is when it doesn’t look like a portal to an alternate reality.

I, as some would say, look very unique. Or as they say it: “You...well...look...you know...well unique.” Then they spread a large nervous grin across their face. You would have thought that I had walked out of the house with a large, colorful parrot perched atop my head.

Well while normally you would not be able to tell three in the morning from seven in the morning in my room, it was summer and my window was open.

I was spread over my bed, I looked as though I had just flung on my bed the night before. Which of course I had.

I slowly and of course quite reluctantly opened my eyes. First I lifted the lid of my right eye just to make sure that nothing had found its way into my room and was staring at me from beside my bed. Which is what my cat loved to do. Then as though I would have rather died, I opened my other eye.

The tv was on, my dvd replaying for the umpteenth time. Jewelry was strewn all over my vanity and dresser, and shoes all across my floor. Yep nothing had changed since I feel asleep the night before.

I slid out of bed and threw on an oversized black dress. The dress, my Mum and I had made the year before as my costume for the ren-fair.

I trudged down the stairs only to be greeted by my father sleeping on the chair next to the computer. His snoring sounding much like a bear’s. My mum was sitting on the couch, reading the morning paper. My two sisters were spread out like two cats on the floor sleeping.

This Saturday was one of our lazy days. No one had to do anything, go anywhere, or even get out of bed for that matter. This was the day the entire family literally laid around and did nothing.

I, like normal made my way slowly to the kitchen to get myself a can of pop. I’m quite the, well um, witch when I have not had my caffeine. All you have to do is ask any of my family.

Well I sat down in the large chair across from my father and gulped down my pop as though I had been stranded on a deserted island for the past few decades and had not tasted the delectable elixir in all that time. I relaxed for the next half hour, watching my mum read the paper and my father wake up and realize that he was still online.

To some this day would seem boring, and to my youngest sister it was. But for me, I have waited all week for today. The one day out of the week when there is no stress and the entire family is together.

After awhile I decide that I better go get dressed. I thought that it might be a good idea that I had clothes on if anyone stopped by, mainly any of my sister’s friends. I stomped up stairs, I’ll tell you I hate stairs!

As I was not going anywhere today, I was not going to wash my hair nor put gobs of makeup on. Not that I would go bare faced though. I searched through my closet, or the black hole as my sister calls it, for something cool to wear. After tripping over my silver platforms, and yes I have platform shoes, hey just remember I did grow up in the nineties the time of Spice, I found one of my wraps. It was bright orange with saffron yellow hibiscus flowers all over it. Unfortunately for me it was stuck under a pile of shoes and I now had to try and iron it. I spread the wrap across the what now seemed to be very small ironing board and attempted to get the huge piece of cloth wrinkle free. After burning myself many, many times I finally finished.

Now as the wrap is a little see through I put on a half bottom slip just in case and wrap the cloth around me and under the arms. I pull it up around my neck and tie it. As these things never work right and are always flying open I secure it with two safety pins. I put on a little bit of gold jewelry and brush my hair tying it back with a large flower. I look at myself in the mirror, you would of thought that I was going to the beach or something.

Before I make my way back down those horrid stairs I put on two toe rings, an ankle bracelet, and a sprinkling of body spray.

As I get to the frontroom I can hear my father and the rest of my family in the kitchen trying to find whatever they can for lunch. I decide to try and find something myself. Just as I walk in the doorway my father slaps down a package of hot-dogs on the table. He grabs a two pronged cooking fork and skewers a hot-dog on it. He turns on the burner on and proceeds to cook the mystery meat. Though the hot-dog smells good, I decide to eat something that I know what is in it. To the dismay of my sister I pull an okara patty out of the freezer. My sister is not a fan of vegetarian food or almost anything soy. She makes a face as I fry it up with onions and sauerkraut. This is one of my favorite dishes, one that my father had created for me for the one year that I was a vegetarian.

I sit down in my normal seat, the comfy burgundy chair by the back door. I pour myself a glass of grape kool-aid and listen to my sister and father tease each other. So far the day is turning out wonderfully!

Luckily it is a lazy day and our lunch dishes can wait till tomorrow. So we all head back into the frontroom. My sister picks up her sketch book and begins to work on her next great work of art. Well she does not think so, but to me her pieces belong in a museum. My other sister starts to complain about not being able to play the video game, even though she played it for five hours the day before. My mum calms her down by giving her a piece of paper and some markers.

My father returns to the computer, but has become bored with the internet. He turns on the tv, and turns it to L2. The whole room lights up with blue light. There is never anything on the tv on Saturday afternoon. And you should not bother looking either, all you will find is a bunch of old movies that you have never heard of and after watching just five minutes of it you know why.

After some time of debating what we will watch, dad goes over and puts on a tape of brit coms. I am happy at this, although not my sisters. My youngest shows her dislike by putting on her headphones and continuing to draw. While my other sister simply goes and gets a couple of dolls to play with.

I lie down on the couch beside my mum and watch the tv as a very hoity-toity lady goes on about the pigs in her neighbor’s yard. I smile as my father falls asleep again. I close my eyes and listen to the lovely tv and fall asleep myself.

I will tell you there is nothing that will make the rest of the world disappear like brit coms on a Saturday afternoon.

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Author's Note: This was written a couple of years ago. A lot has changed in that time, my room is no longer blue but purple, and my sister is in fact now a vegitarian. While we do have lazy days, this is fiction. Just fiction based off of non-fiction, that sounds weird, ok anyway. Please tell me what you think.

Rhia