A Flash of Jazz - Monday

 



Monday. That day when everything in the world seemed to reset itself. That day when you looked forward to a new week ahead and wondered how it could all go wrong. That's what went through Simone's mind as she opened her eyes from a good and long night of sleep. She felt the dread creeping over her, some unknown malady that slowly sunk its claws into her body. She stared at the cracks in the ceiling. Monday, she sighed. That dread now covered most of her body as she rolled out of bed and trudged toward the bathroom to get dressed. It seemed only yesterday when she had stars in her eyes at the thought that finally, she would begin working on her third novel after so much praise for her first two. Yet, after selling her idea for the third book to her publisher six months ago, she began to feel dread about it. And, that dread always seemed to come on a Monday - her nemesis. To the rest of the world, Monday was just another day yet to her, it was a reminder to get cracking on a novel that probably wouldn't sell, even though she knew better. Brush the teeth, take a shower with that new lemongrass-scented goat's milk soap, wash the hair and hope that more of it wouldn't fall out in the drain. The more she got herself ready for the day, the more the dread loomed over her. Finally, after preparing her usual pot of milk oolong, toasted blueberry bagel with peanut butter, and a glass of water, Simone set her food on the table and slowly began to eat. She felt the pressure of Monday on her back and she squinted her eyes. The pressure was so great that her hand shook as she poured her first cup of tea. Finally, she couldn't stand it any longer; she yelled out - alright, let's talk! The pressure immediately went away and Simone's eyes grew wide as a form slowly materialized in the chair across from her. It was an indigo-shaded version of herself. The indigo Simone looked around fretfully, then cast her dark eyes upon Simone. Well, Simone said to the indigo shadow, why are you doing this to me? The indigo shadow stared at Simone, then broke out a wide grin. I'm Monday, she whispered. Thank you for finally acknowledging me. Simone stared at the shadow, then poured it a cup of tea and slid it toward her. Mondays, the real Simone thought with a lopsided grin. 


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