Monday

The noise of a thousand seagulls fleeing in terror from a burning kraken in the sky.
Having my eyelids pried open by the the shrieking of the alarm clock, wondering if this is the tail end of a dream or the shattering of an imagination which is already in a fractured state.
Washing my hands in the stream of consciousness and scrubbing my nails with the steel brush of existence.
Parting the curtains to let reality flood in and illuminate my fantasy, revealing it as the sham that it truly is.
Morning has arrived. Oh yes. Here it is right enough. 
Too late to take evasive action. The sun is already up, albeit obscured by clouds generated by my mental state of bleakness and morbidity.
But wait.....
What is this?
 A message from beyond perhaps? The Other side? 
No.
A text!
 The modern carrier pigeon. The herald of garbled speak and poor grammar.
The haze parts and the wisdom is imparted unto my addled brain.
Someone gives a damn.
My heart is appeased. 
Monday wins this round.....