Eric Russell. OSA (№ 227299)

The sun rose, its life-giving warmth spilled across the meadow, piercing through the looming trees, even in the dark, damp walls of the cave sparkle with the sun's glare. It was one of those days when I fell lazy hugs the ground and have no strength to resist her, only one thing - indulge in the intoxicating bliss of idleness.
The sun came up, spreading its warmth through the trees and into the cave. It was one of those days that beguiles a man into lying around and doing nothing.