I didn’t know or care what a perfect day was until I unintentionally experienced one. It was a day off. I was 24 years old, and my idea of a perfect day has since changed dramatically, but this is my story nonetheless. Like most days away from my fake job, I rose from bed to do my real job. I made coffee and picked up a book.
I read some of Bernard Cornwell’s Harlequin, specifically the last battle at Crécy. I love how Bernard somehow teaches history through light reading. During lunch, I watched my favorite YouTuber’s daily video. It was coincidentally a historical evaluation of the Battle of Crécy. How strange?
After lunch, I began writing to reach my daily word count. I wrote about a battle between a hairy monster and a serried shield wall. It was the first time I had shaped such a scene. The monster’s long arms crashed against the shields like poleaxes. After sliding my keyboard away for the day, I made dinner and watched a few more historical YouTube videos.
As the sun was lowering behind the horizon, I put my keyboard back in place to play some video games. In other words, I strapped on my shield, flourished my blade and ran into battle. It was bloody chaos. But I ruled the night and slaughtered my enemies. After many long battles, I unstrapped my shield and pushed my keyboard away.
It had been a long day. I capped it off by watching a documentary in bed. It was a doc’ about the Norman conquest. Seeing a theme yet? When the flick ended, I closed my eyes and realized what I had done. It was beautiful.
The perfect day.