One Lazy Sunday

Third Time’s a Charm: An experiment in point of view

3^rd person Omniscient

One lazy Sunday, Susan stretched out longways on her couch thinking to herself, “Uh, I don’t want to go to school tomorrow.  I wish I could just lay here forever.”  She stared out the window at the passing leaves; she listened to the geese as they flew South; she relished in the pleasant feeling of having nothing to do.

Lay there forever is exactly what Susan’s mom did not want her to do.  Already today mom had done three loads of laundry, cleaned the upstairs bathroom, weeded the garden, baked cookies for Susan’s soccer team, and planned out the week’s menu.  It was now Susan’s turn to work.

She burst into the living room frustrated, angry.  “Get up you lazy bones,” she cried.  “The lawn needs mowing, your room needs cleaning, and I haven’t seen you touch homework all weekend long!”  Despondent Susan perked out her daze.  Didn’t mom know that this was Susan’s lazy Sunday?

Limited Omniscient

One lazy Sunday, Susan stretched out longways on her couch thinking to herself, “Uh, I don’t want to go to school tomorrow.  I wish I could just lay here forever.”  She stared out the window at the passing leaves; she listened to the geese as they flew South.  The distance the sounds of Susan’s mom doing chores, the bumping and thumping, seemed to have no affect on Susan’s serenity.  She merely sighed, relishing the pleasant feeling of having nothing to do.

Suddenly, as if a hurricane hit, Susan’s mom burst into the living room. “Get up you lazy bones,” she cried.  “The lawn needs mowing, your room needs cleaning, and I haven’t seen you touch homework all weekend long!”  Despondent Susan perked out her daze.  Didn’t mom know that this was Susan’s lazy Sunday?

Dramatic

One lazy Sunday, Susan stretched out longways on her couch staring out the window at the passing leaves, listening to the geese as they fly.  In the distance, the sounds of Susan’s mom doing chores bumped and thumped through the various house corridors.

Suddenly, as if a hurricane hit, Susan’s mom burst into the living room. “Get up you lazy bones,” she cried.  “The lawn needs mowing, your room needs cleaning, and I haven’t seen you touch homework all weekend long!”  Susan reluctantly rose and began a long stomp toward her bedroom.