Just some of the things that Susan does to pass the time while her parents sleep late on a Saturday morning. Oddly there's no TV in the picture; instead, she picks flowers, breakfasts with a neighbor, draws pictures, watches clouds turn into faces. . . . The whole experience has a suitably desultory air, but it ends lamely: ""Is it time for breakfast?"" asks her mother when she finally sits up in bed. ""No,"" says Susan. ""It's time for lunch. You've been asleep for a million years."" Brain's spiffy drawing style shows up nicely here, but the story needs a boost.