running out of love, on a sunday

I'm on the floor, drinking peppermint tea and eating apple crumble leftovers from last night. Listening to the new album by The Radio Dept. Sputnik doesn't like the smell of peppermint or the sound of the music, but he likes that pillow. When I'm too lazy to flip the record over I play it on spotify instead. Browsing pinterest, dreaming about new furniture and carpets. Contemplating whether I should clean the bathroom or not. Wondering what I should make for dinner tonight. How's your sunday?