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Monday, May 4, 2009


What will the day be like, she wondered as she kicked back the covers and planted her feet on the chilly floor. White light lined the edges of the shades. Cool. More of the endless rain.

Fear nudged her heart in the stillness. So dark. So dreary. A Monday…

She hotfooted it over to her computer, flipped open the cover and the cool blue of the screen appeared. The computer emitted burps and bells as messages and notifications poured in. Peace rose within her. The world had not ended just yet. She was not, in fact, the last person alive on the planet. Her day would be perfectly fine.

"Honey! You up? Tea's made!" her husband called.

Yes, her day would be perfectly fine.

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