I woke up.
On a Monday.
I opened my eyes and blindly reached for the alarm that refused to turn off by itself.
Silence.
I sat up and rubbed life into my hazel eyes.
I stood up, my toes hit the wooden floors.
I smiled.
I loved my wooden floors.
My eyes hit the wall that was littered in sticky notes.
Reminders.
Reminders to love, reminders to send a letter, reminders to let fear go to hell, reminders to speak love
I smiled.
My mind swirled in thoughts about my hatred for Monday's.
I walked to bathroom to brush the sleep from my teeth.
I stared in the mirror and was greeted by the words I'd written so long ago, "you are rad."
I smiled.
I walked down the stairs and saw the clouds through the window and noticed how they looked curiously like shapes of Cotten.
I smiled.
I had made it through the night.
I smiled.
It was Monday and I smiled.
