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Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing and am making no money off of this fic.
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Many Happy by luvsanime02
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It’s completely the wrong season for hot chocolate, and ten in the morning is probably a bit too early for one that’s half-vodka, but Sally cannot bring herself to care at the moment.
She’s got a book in her hand, a cup of really good hot chocolate, and Sally sinks into her comfiest chair with a sigh of pleasure. Her phone’s in the bedroom on silent, and Sally refuses to get up and check it for the rest of the day.
It’s Sunday, and she can’t even remember the last time she got to use that as an excuse to take the day off, but she’s doing it today. These few hours are going to be for herself, and she refuses to feel guilty about that.
Most people, she thinks, would do something else on their birthday. Sally had debated getting a hotel room somewhere. Room service. Maybe go on one of those spa retreats. Hell, she’d contemplated getting a flight to a resort somewhere, with white beaches and tropical drinks.
But Sally’s old enough to understand now that those places never really look like how you see in commercials. Most of the time, the sand isn’t white. In most tropical destinations, the beaches aren’t clean, and the water isn’t clear.
Besides, all of those ideas involve Sally having to do something, and isn’t the whole point of today that she gets to relax instead? To not be on her feet and working from the time she wakes up until she passes out again? That’s what Sally is hoping for today, some time to rest. That’s all she wants, really.
No, Sally would much rather be here, still in comfy pajamas and snuggled in her chair and reading a book that she’d meant to ages ago, than worrying about last-minute prices and packing and spending most of the day traveling instead of enjoying herself. The more she’d thought about it, the more Sally had decided to do this instead, and she’s not regretting a single moment so far.
Occasionally, Sally pauses in her reading to take increasingly cooler sip of her drink, until, eventually, she gets up to make another one and decides what kind of food she wants delivered, and then she’s sitting back in her chair again in satisfaction.
She’ll actually be done with this book soon. Sally can’t remember the last time that she finished one. Maybe she’ll watch a movie next, something new, or watch some reruns of one of her favorite tv shows. There’s no urgency for her to decide right this minute.
No, Sally definitely doesn’t regret her choice of birthday activities at all. This is just what she wanted.