Surely I can’t be the only one with Perfect Sunday fantasies, right? You know, slowly waking up, exchanging sweet nothings with whom/whatever (I won’t judge) is sharing your bed, sprinkle in a bit of fun, perhaps some breakfast even…and if I’m feeling really French, a luxurious cancer stick. Because if everything went according to plan, that’s the least I deserve for even managing to get all those ducks in a row.
None of the songs in this mix have anything to do with my fantasy (except for the first one, it’s perfectly apt), save that they all happened to have the word “Sunday” in it and a spot in my music library. The illustration was inspired by Sunday Morning Nightmare: I am lactose intolerant, but I’ll be damned if I ever kicked ice-cream out of bed. Or my mouth. Or my mouth in bed. That sounds TERRIBLE. Well, you know what I mean.
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