Del
I love Mondays. Contrary to what is accepted around the world I do. It’s the promise of a new week of tasks to keep me busy that’s so alluring, the promise of having a purpose. According to Jaia it’s only because I am lucky enough to love my job and do it with passion, and it’s true, I am not arrogant enough to say it’s something everyone should do. It’s my little oasis in a desert made out regret and guilt.
Not this Monday though. The world today is covered in thick fog, the air is damp and it’s getting on my nerves as I hurry through campus, the click of my heels and the distant caw of the crows in the woods the only sounds to break the silence this early in the morning. Yeah, my bad mood definitely has nothing to do with the two sleepless nights I spent, Dzhan’s devastated express
