Sunday Blues

By: Megan Cramer

It was a lost day. A gray, misty, non-descript day that burst forth excitedly from the time change, arriving sooner than expected, and then inched its way from dawn to noon to that interminable stretch of afternoon that just feels immortal. “It’s early still,” she thought, as she finished her Sunday crossword, and then realized the sun was fading, along with her plans for planning for the week ahead. She felt the blues get heavy on her shoulders and eyelids, but she fought them– staying awake for longer than she should, making the day last and last and last and….