His Name Was Monday

For anyone who has had a bad morning.

I never liked Mondays.

And there he was staring me right in the face. His glazed over stare was actually looking at a distance far beyond my eyes. To him, I wasn't even worthy, and he didn't even care what pain he inflicted. To me, nothing else had gone wrong this morning except for him.

He was the alarm going off an hour late.

He was stubbing my toe groping for the light switch in the dark.

He was getting tooth paste on my shirt.

He was biting into a chocolate chip muffin and getting a mouthful of raisin.

He was the reason I would miss my first meeting.

I rolled down my car window to answer his stare with my own gleam of blame.

"License and registration, please."

Author's Note

This is my first piece; so, be as mean as possible.

Reviews

[Aim for the Wall and Mi..]

I'm sure we've all had bad mornings. Other than that, I quite enjoyed this piece. It reminded me of my bad mornings, how everything seems to go wrong.

I like your writing style. Keep it up.