We meet again, my old foe. After a 2 day love-affair with my pillow, you came along and ripped me away from it in the wee hours of the morning. Did you learn nothing from Romeo and Juliet? Coming between two lovers is bound to have catastrophic effects. Random snooze fests during the day where I dream of my beloved pillow. Endless yawns that never seem to fade. Constant longing and questioning, “Where for art thou, pillow?” And a zombie like trance that I can only assume will land me a part in The Walking Dead.
Oh, Monday. As if the trauma of leaving my lovely pillow behind isn’t enough, my two days of freedom seem to have disappeared. The glorious days of sleeping in past 5:30 AM and binge watching Netflix seem so far in the past thanks to you. Now, I must rise before the sun kisses the sky good morning. And I must reluctantly accept adulthood and responsibility into my life. I suppose there really is ‘no rest for the wicked,’ especially when you ‘have bills to pay’ and are a notorious insomniac.
That’s right, Monday. I’m heartbroken and sleep deprived. Please, be kind to me and all the rest who are mourning the weekend today.
A girl in love with her pillow
If Monday was an actual person, what would you tell it today? Would you ask Monday to go easy on you?