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.

面對星期天

在星期天的時候對于我們來說從來沒有發生過什么事情。整個世界就像整天都在床上。很安靜并且還經常下雨直到下午4點左右，那時太陽才會出來，但是那時已經太晚。

我討厭星期天。

我在星期六的晚上遇到了你，在酒醉的時候魯莽地把你帶回了家。我想星期天早上起來的時候旁邊有個人會讓我有一些改變吧。當時我一定搖晃的很厲害。

我以前常認為我無法面對星期天，但是當我看到在星期天早上灰白的光線里你的臉在我的枕頭上的時候，我想我已經可以面對任何事情了。