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.