What if I was to take a day off – would you love me any the less? If I were to write nor read not one word – would I be cast out into the deep? If no word passed my throat – what would become of your regard for me? If neither the sunshine of a smile nor the cloud of a frown was to cross my face – would you wonder whether I was okay in here?
A day off? But what would I do to fill the time?