Then comes that Saturday morning that serves as an alternate universe. The one where you wake up because your body had enough sleep (!), and the sun has already risen over the neighbors' rooftops. For a moment, you imagine yourself in that Tuesdayish universe, where you'd be zipping through city roads at this hour, rushing to get the kids to school after yelling at the little one who took so long to find his shoes, your daily mental ToDo list rising like an exponential mountain with every passing mile. But on this Saturday morning, instead, you linger in an unrealistic state for an extra few moments and realize that sound you hear outside your bedroom window is birds chirping. In this alternate universe, you wonder how many other birds you don't normally hear and if the world is flat because you can suddenly see for miles. But then, you rise, like a mountain of forgetfulness, and start your day.