Monday. It is Monday, and it dawns on me that I’ve only seen her consistently on a Sunday over the last few weeks. Still, sitting here, looking at her natural morning glow and frizzy mane billowing over her like a crown, I can picture waking up to this sight every day. I can see myself greeting her happily every morning with a kiss, even with morning breath. I can see myself wanting to hear her sultry moan as I make love to her every morning. Even on a Monday morning, Sade’s presence is still sweet, like a Sunday.
