Days & People

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If Sunday was a person, he would be tall and young, with dark brown eyes and an contagious smile. He would say, "Ready to face the unknown together? Let's go, already!" And Sunday would pull your hand, and lead you out the door.

If Monday was a person, she would have eyes paler than the moon, and mouth that never moved. She would say nothing, and turn away from you.

If Tuesday was a person, he would be a forgotten child, with sad green eyes, and a trembling smile. He would say, "Will you notice me today?"

If Wednesday was a person, she would be slender and willowy and have a golden smile. Her eyes would be bright, and she would say, "It'll be okay. The week is almost over! Cheer up."

If Thursday was a person he would have eyes the color of the sky, and the attitude of a work-aholic. He would rush, and pass you saying, "I've got to hurry, I can't be late."

If Friday was a person she would be a long lost loved one. Her eyes would be familiar and her laugh warm and comfortable. "It's been too long! I've missed you!" She would say, while crying tears of joy.

If Saturday was a person, he would be a lover of sweets, with old, sparkling eyes. His voice would be worn yet gentle as he would say, "I've had a long day. Let's stay home and rest."

A.C.
{July 14, 2016}

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