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_.