sunday's not monday

"Tomorrow is Monday."

She lies there on her side, sheets wrapped around her like swaddling clothes. Daylight peeks in through drawn curtains --is she awake? She is awake, but only just barely. She lies still in the bedsheets and thinks about the day beyond today.

Her thoughts shift and she flips over onto her stomach.

"Yesterday was Saturday. I wasted Saturday, and now, tomorrow is Monday."

Her thoughts slide back into their original position. She flips onto her side again. The daylight is still there, peeking in and waiting for her. It takes a moment for her to realize the daylight is there because she only wants to squint to see past the daylight.

She adjusts her focus. Daylight.

"Today is Sunday."

"It's Sunday morning."

She looks at the clock. She can see it now without much effort; the sunrise has turned on the light for her. The second hand ticks like a foot tapping.

"It's 7:00 on Sunday morning. There is a whole day ahead, and right now, the sun is coming up. And Sunday's not Monday."

She unwraps herself. The daylight plays with her toes as she sets them on the floor.

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Enjoy the rest of your day.