Sh!t, it's Monday!

"Sh!t, it's Monday!" Startled birds fly off their window perch as an explosion of sheets, pillows, and a disheveld New Yorker come crashing to the floor. Morning light is just beginning to lift the darkness of the urban dwelling as clothes are thrown on in the clumsiest of ways. A breakfast bagel and coffee are next, the tunnel vision begins to widen just in time to go underground. As the fog of the early battle rises it becomes clear that half the young man has decided to remain in the casual comfort of the weekend, betraying him in those first moments. Monday has already won..