From my window, I hear sirens. Outside, it is a cloudy Dubai spring day. Or a sullen reprieve from a tropical storm. The roads are still damp, the sun not yet fully persuaded to get out of bed. Days like this are for lazing between the covers in a sea of pillows.
Life should allow for luxuries like that. I've always wondered why days like this aren't automatically holidays.
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