It's these fifteen minutes of solitude that define my day each morning.
That time when I solemnly clutch my mug of warm lemon water and a cup of tea.
If I have these little moments to myself I know the day will be not as horrible as it'd want to be.
Yes Tuesday, I address you.
Come to me.
I have my arms open ready to embrace though you can't see the little edges of tiny saw like teeth poking out from under my jacket, for they are my skin teeth, ready to rip you apart when you threaten with ominous forebodings.
Until then, let's live and let live.
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