dead Sundays

Never liked Sundays... Don´t think I will ever do. They have something that tastes like dead.
I tried hard to make them lively days, but they are born dull, heavy and end up boring. Even some Mondays are much better than Sundays.
Yesterday I had a revelation. Cats send me encrypted messages because I am dead, like Sundays. Cats do not talk to me about spirits, they talk to me because I am the only one who understands them, I am a phantom... that is why I can read their words