It’s Sunday.
I woke up early – as always – in my apartment by the sea in Chott Meriem.
Luna was still asleep, curled up like a comma at the end of a peaceful sentence.
After coffee, we walked along the beach.
Sand. Wind. Sun.
One of those quiet mornings when everything feels right – and yet, no one’s there to share it.
Later I took a taxi to the Mall of Sousse.
Not because I needed anything, but just to drift.
I made a little game out of it: stepping into the most expensive stores, asking far too many questions, letting the salesgirls perform their best acts of charm – and then walking out without buying a thing.
I don’t want that kind of luxury.
I don’t need jewelry or overpriced Zara dresses.
What I truly want, with every cell of me, is a Sunday kind of love.
I scroll through Boo, through Tinder.
Sometimes life delivers a sexy Tunisian language teacher straight to my door – one with a phobia of body hair.
Yes, my hormones are alive and well; my imagination, thank God, too.
But as tempting as this buffet of eager men might be, I’m not hungry for that kind of feast.
What I crave isn’t a night kind of love.
It’s a Sunday kind of love —
the kind that lingers after breakfast,
that smells like sunlight and coffee,
that feels like home.
🎵 Etta James – A Sunday Kind of Love
Lyrics:
I want a Sunday kind of love
A love to last past Saturday night
And I’d like to know it’s more than love at first sight
And I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh, yeah, yeahI want a, a, a love that’s on the square
Can’t seem to find somebody
Someone to care
And I’m on a lonely road that leads to nowhere
I need a Sunday kind of loveI do my Sunday dreaming, oh, yeah
And all my Sunday scheming
Every minute, every hour, every dayOh, I’m hoping to discover
A certain kind of lover
Who will show me the wayAnd my arms need someone
Someone to enfold
To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold
Love for all my life, to have and to hold
Oh, and I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeahI don’t want a Monday, Tuesday
A Wednesday or Thursday
Friday or Saturday
Oh, nothing but Sunday oh, yeah, yeah
I want a Sunday, Sunday
I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh, yeah
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday kind of love