I long

For Sunday when I won't care if the rest of the house is a mess, for as long as I can lie all day in my cool aircon room, empty of stuff save for me, a book, and my bed.

I will read the Josephine book until the very last page.

And if these lashings of rain should continue, I'll sit on the parquet floor and watch it lash away, as if Metro Manila were one big washing machine.