Friday

I dread the days, the ones in the week. They're long and dreadful. The minutes crawl, the hours stood still. I always thought I'll see my hair in a lighter shade, each time I hurry through the doors and to the bus. My day starts gloomy each time I open my eyes and realize that it's a weekday. Is it Friday yet? Yeah, it is. But is Saturday ever gonna come? I really do not know. I hope it will. Coz even the sun is brighter on a Saturday.