Chapter 41 Forty one

DANIELLE'S P.O.V.

I hated Mondays. I always had and always would.

Monday mornings were the worst, and that particular morning was not an exception. Monday mornings were always slow and gloomy- somehow, the fun and merriment from the weekend always never managed to tell on or impact Mondays.

Everyone was usually the happiest on the last working day of the week, which was on Fridays. Friday evenings brought with them an incomprehensible excitement - a thrill for the start of the weekend, but come Monday morning, that thrill would be replaced by a suffocating bleakness. This was the never ending cycle of life that we, as humans, had to face.

That Monday morning, I woke up to a dimly lit room. While on any other day, the sun rays that managed to escape the shield of the curtains would brighten up the room- the bright light serving as a sort of assurance that one would be having a merry day, the sun rays on Monday mornings were dim and dull- they, unlike the sun rays of other mornings, ser