It was the sunniest day of the week. It had been cloudy for so long I had forgotten what it felt like to be warm.

I decided to spend the day at my favourite cafe drinking my favourite tea and reading my favourite book.

It was going to be a perfect day.

It was too perfect. And that felt wrong. It felt wrong to feel good. It felt wrong to have such a good day.

It shouldn’t be happening. It can’t.

Not when it is not perfect for so many people.

Here I was happy for a fleeting moment of warmth when that wasn’t even occuring in many people’s minds.

There were so many people who didn’t have the pleasure I did to take a day off and relax in a peaceful cafe having me-time.

That was what so many people could only dream of.

They could only dream of having a life like mine.

And that’s what made me feel so wrong.

It shouldn’t be that way. It was so unfair to everyone else.

Why did it have to be me that got it good? If I could only trade one day with someone who really needs it.

But that is not how it works. I don’t get to make that choice.

I just have to sit and enjoy my perfect day knowing full well that so many people will never have what I have.

But it feels so wrong.