From One Day to the Next

Last night at midnight I was surprised when Monday didn’t arrive. It was just Sunday looking really pissed that Monday was running late, or something.

I said, “Sunday, I’m sure Monday will be here any minute.”

Sunday said, “That’s easy for you to say. This doesn’t directly affect you.”

I said, “I disagree, I feel your pain. Tell me what you’re feeling.”

Sunday started to cry and said, “I’m worried that something bad may have happened to Monday.”

I said, “Well, let’s go outside and see if we can find out what’s going on.”

Sunday and I went out and walked for a while. We found Monday sleeping on a park bench.

Sunday shook Monday and said, “Monday, what the hell is going on?!?”

Monday woke up startled and said, “I’m so sorry. I got here a few minutes early and I thought I’d rest while I waited. I’m so sorry for any inconvenience that I might have caused you.”

Sunday forgave Monday and things were okay again.