Facing Sundays

Nothing much ever happens round our way on a Sunday. The whole world seems to stay in bed all day. It’s so quiet and usually wet-raining solidly until about 4o’clock when the sun comes out, but then it’s too late. I hate Sundays.

I met you on a Saturday night and brought you home with me in a drunken moment of recklessness. I thought it would be a change to wake up next to someone on Sunday morning . I really must have been terribly tipsy.

I used to think I couldn’t face Sunday morning in the sober grey light of the day, well I could face anything after that.

面对星期天

在星期天的时候对于我们来说从来没有发生过什么事情。整个世界就像整天都在床上。很安静并且还经常下雨直到下午4点左右，那时太阳才会出来，但是那时已经太晚。

我讨厌星期天。

我在星期六的晚上遇到了你，在酒醉的时候鲁莽地把你带回了家。我想星期天早上起来的时候旁边有个人会让我有一些改变吧。当时我一定摇晃的很厉害。

我以前常认为我无法面对星期天，但是当我看到在星期天早上灰白的光线里你的脸在我的枕头上的时候，我想我已经可以面对任何事情了。