Monday
Not Sunday
No Funday
Olivia Munnday
The cruel light peaks in through the pitiless window
My dreams dashed like hyphens.
The knowledge of impending desk jockeying begins to
Gnaw at my cerebrum.
A debacle of hemispheric proportions.
Yawn! Stretch! Flump.
Sigh...
Bedhead is my afterglow.
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