My Monday

My Monday was weak, the distant sound echoed through the dense stucco wall. A few seconds later, a groaning sound like a tinnitus was heard, and a sound was heard from the black alarm clock. Through a tangled satin seat, I twisted and turned, found a source of roar, and pushed the snooze button clumsy. A quiet time of eight minutes passed until the same troubling sound was called again. This time, I pushed a small round button deliberately. After waking up from a long hibernation, I stretched out my arms towards the stars and yawned like a bear. My feet are cold.

Then I brushed my hair, picked my clothes and prepared for Monday morning. I laughed broadly on Monday, and Monday is not blue. I am full of scent for the corners on the inside of the neck and on the wrist. I will type "go out of the house" and send it. I jumped out of the room, but before grabbing my mother's eyes, make sure that my underside is not under my clothes, my long sleeves are long enough. Trains are constant in my life, but it has not changed and my purpose changed. When I was anxiously waiting for the arrival of this express train, there were two discussions in my mind. How much is Sarah on Monday? Are they only appearing on Monday? Then another voice ... "I know that you married Sarah, you will regret it, you should not go there, you will destroy your reputation!" Dark In the tunnel, there was a case that the sound never sounded again. I called another 'get on the train' and made a phone call. Train is my freedom, curfew of curfew

My body thinks about my brain: I am tired. It's Monday, but that's not all. It is the last Monday before spending a long Christmas vacation. I think other people in the train this morning are the same. Christmas is next Monday. I am sorry for those who have to work for Christmas next year - and since the digital industrial community never ends, there will be some. I spent two years in the first four years of college graduation and wrote two novels and poems. At that time - * almost * - nobody has read these novels, even if I think about their artistic value ... I can not literature save my life from the fate of my daily life, You must accept what you do not do. The existence of part time, life, Bohemian is expelled ... now, literature fell to my time interval for 2 hours