Fresh Tuesday To Happy Wednesday
It’s a fresh Tuesday.
Favorite day of the week.
Tuesdays are for smiling, dancing, laughing.
I skip down the street.
An old man glowers at me.
I stop and get his name.
His face softens.
He tells me a war story.
I pat him on the shoulder and tell him I like him.
The rest of the day is a sparkle.
I laugh and sing, dancing through my work.
People roll their eyes, not understanding.
I have to be this cheerful and funny.
If I am not, I will feel the feelings that have died inside.
I hit the covers hard, sleeping out of body, floating through the heavens.
Looking for myself.
Completely refreshed, I wake up.
It’s a happy Wednesday!
Favorite day of the week.
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