Excerpts from my life : Why I love Mondays?
"Ugh, Monday again," he groaned, flopping onto the couch like his very existence had been personally insulted by the calendar. She didn't look up from lacing her shoes, "You say that like it's a bad thing." He gave her a look, "It is a bad thing, it's the funeral of the weekend. The start of five days of pretending to be productive." She laughed, grabbing her bad, "You are so dramatic, I love Mondays" You also talk to your plants and give your alarm clock pep talks. Your opinion is questionable." She rolled her eyes, "but her voice softened, "No seriously! Monday feel like the world pressed reset. It doesn't ,atter how tired I was or how messy things felt on Friday. Monday just.. shows up clean. It's like the universe handing me a blank page and saying, "here, start again. be better. Or don't. But you get the choice." He stared at her for a second, unusually quiet, "You always sound like a dia...