The Perfect Day

The Perfect Day By Danny C. Wash Yesterday was a perfect day because everything was the same. Yesterday began with me arising at the same time as always. I took a shower and then tried to make my face and head look acceptable. I dressed in the same boring clothes, I alternatively wear day after perfect day. I brewed a cup of coffee and fed the dogs, who did what they always do. Out they went to do their tasks in the back yard before returning to sleep more. I read the paper to see who I knew may have passed on to the great beyond and who may have excelled or found themselves in some sort of trouble. I got in the car, placed the key in the ignition, and started the engine; as usual. And away I went to my office where I perform the same tasks everyday. After a day at my work doing the same boring and plain tasks daily, I returned to my car, placed the key in the ignition, and it started just like the hundreds of days before. I drove the same route home by which I ...