Sundays. Ah, sundays are my favourite day of the week, a fresh new start, a rested face, and time to spare. Sundays, Sundaes, Sun days. Sundaes on Sundays. I love Sundays. Sunday Parks. The sunniest girl in New York, the brightest star in our solar system. She was the center of my universe, I revolved around her like a meaningless empty planet. She was pure yellow, she was my yellow. She was Sunny.