Just one day

I just want one day in my life when I am not chased by imperatives. One day in the life when I don’t have to go on saying now I have to do this or now that remains to be done; when I don’t have to be on time or watch the clock. One day in my life that could be a day of lying around, reading a book or listening to John Lennon, Simon and Garfunkle, or Anne Murray or the Carpenters. Is that too difficult a wish? I think and marvel at how all my dreams and wishes have lessened every day, bit by bit, to the very basic desire to rest my tired limbs and weary mind.
In school I dreamt of success and popularity. In college I dreamt of romance, of soft voices confirming love and desire, of a remarkable life. At university, I nursed some broken dreams and grew different ones to supplant them. Romance remained like a stubborn streak through all these dreams, hopes of a remarkable relationship, hopes of being just rich enough to fulfill my desires and those of others around me. Dreams there were of a largish home, tastefully furnished; perhaps, a car. Then came professional life and I did not give up hope of fulfillment of at least some of these myriad dreams. I did make a ‘largish’ home for myself, but a twist of fate snatched that away or should I say I just gave it up quietly without resistance because I hoped there would be other things to compensate.
Did compensations follow? I am yet to recognize or realize the answer to that one. Life at present allows only one realization. I need some undisturbed sleep.