Monday’s Suck

“Do you know what time it is?!” He says with alarm.
“What time. . ?” I repeat removing my earplugs.
“Do you know what time it is?” he repeats as I struggle to wake. “It’s ten-thirty!”
“Ten-thirty?! Oh My God! . . . wait. What day is it?”
“Monday.”
“Oh Shit!”

Monday’s Suck.