The darkness wraps itself around my car like a jealous lover as I creep across town on my morning commute. Arriving at my destination with no memory of the trip, I stumble out of the car and into my work day. Briefly, consulting my mental calendar, I discover that it is only Tuesday. My body feels the shock of this awareness. I walk more slowly and with a slight limp. Tuesday is heavy. I struggle under her weight. The darkness of the morning has followed me. It nips at my heels I pretend it isn't there. Surviving Tuesday depends on my little ruse. The darkness dances before me, seductively.
"Join me" it whispers.
My resistance weakens. I want to lie with it in the parking lot and never cross the threshold into my day. Longingly, I peer into the eyes of darkness. What I see there does not frighten me. Its caresses me gently and for a moment, I am lost. Driven by a cold wind, raindrops bring me back, slapping against my cheek. Mindlessly, my feet carry me forward out of habit. As I dash between the drops of rain, I look to the horizon. A band of light,swaddled in gray pushes against the darkness. I see a familiar face and smile. Day begins.
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