My Perfect Day

      My perfect day would be simple, but sometimes, that's all you need. First, I'd sleep in until 9. Then I'd get up, and have some eggs for breakfast. I don't know the way I'd want them prepared, though. After that, I'd watch old cartoons, like Looney Tunes and What's New, Scooby-Doo? It's been a while since they played those...anyway, where was I? Oh, right, perfect day. I'd get dressed, then I'd walk—actually walk—to Proksa Park, and basically be my usual crazy self for a few hours. Nerf guns would most definitely be involved.  After that, I'd head home, and kick Dad's rear end in a Halo match (a phrase which here means, "get repeatedly splattered by Dad in a flying, squashed eggplant.") By that time, it'd most likely be dinner. For dinner, I'd want my favorite food: quesadillas made with corn tortillas, chorizo, beans, and chipotle cheese. For dessert, I'd probably have a flan. After dinner, I would have an epic lightsaber duel with Dad/possibly Frances/maybe Mom using my old lightsaber style, with lots of acrobatic maneuvers and power blows, all carried out at lightning speed. After that, it'd probably segue into an epic Nerf battle (which they would lose, of course). By that point, it'd most likely be bedtime. I'd read some new dystopia novels while petting our cats, and eventually fall asleep.

      As for the attainability of this day, I'll probably have something close to it within a few weeks. Progress towards my walking unaided is steady, but not rapid, so that's more of an optimistic estimate than a certainty. And I am out of practice in my old lightsaber style, but it's not that hard to re-master. It's been about 4 years, and with every day that passes, I feel myself getting closer to it. Time is weird.