Melodic sounds of Bach and Mozart hum through my ears.
The aroma of fresh, hot coffee fills the air.
It’s a slow morning, much like all Mondays are.
One wishes weekends could be long-lasting.
One wishes we could have slept just a bit longer.
But weekdays have a way of getting here before expected.
I know “end” is in the word, which is why it doesn’t last.
But why can’t there be more days on the weekends?
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