Mondays

“BEEEP! BEEEP! BEEEP!” The alarm screamed through the silence of the dark room. Audrina had already been awake though. Laying there under the warmth of their blanket, Aaron’s arm lazily draped across her. It was cold, real cold, and she didn’t want to get out of bed. When the alarm went off though, she knew it was go time and rose without hesitation.

Stumbling out to the kitchen she happily remembered that she had thought to prepare coffee the night before and there it sat, freshly brewed and waiting for her. Another mundane day she thought to herself as she poured a cup, going over to the dining room table and sitting down to her laptop. She typed out a few lines. Quickly deleted them. Typed a few more, and deleted those too.

There was only an hour to write. An hour of peace before she had to wake her two children for school, surely waking Marie and Landis as well. Soon the house would all awaken and she would never get any writing done. Starting to panic she quickly typed a few more lines, shook her head, and deleted them. Nothing sounded right. Nothing was coming out right. Slamming her laptop closed, Audrina heavily sighed and took a large gulp of her luke warm coffee.

She couldn’t write. She couldn’t handle all the children. She couldn’t get all the housework done. She couldn’t pay all the bills. Dropping her head in her hands the doom and gloom of the day harrowed at Audrina’s mind, slowly eating it away.

Suddenly, she remembered that it was Monday. Monday meant that he went back to work. Monday meant he might be out of town. Monday meant she could talk to him. He could talk to her. Her heart skipping a beat, her head shot up out of her hands. A thrill of excitement shivered through her body, leaving a spark inside her where moments ago all was dark.

Oddly enough, she hadn’t talked to him in weeks. She didn’t even care to talk to him. There was nothing to say any more. He was happy with her. And Audrina, Audrina was happy where she was.

She didn’t know why it excited her so that it was Monday, but she knew it was him. She knew that just the prospect of being able to talk to him flickered a flame inside of her that hadn’t yet died. Just as the thought of him living so close pushed her to stand a little taller, breathe a little deeper, and live a little stronger.

The thought of him put a smile on her face. Though, Audrina hated him for it, she gladly accepted the spark that lit up her life at the realization that Monday had rolled around once again.

With a skip in her step she went to warm her coffee, ready to take on the day that lay ahead.

 

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