MONDAY TO SUNDAY

The joints in my body ached and groaned; my head pulsated like

a volcano about to fulminate,
The shrill ringing of the alarm clock had disrupted all signs of
blissful sleep; caused an uncanny panic to circulate through my
veins,
As I stretched my shoulders disdainfully; took the acrimonious
rays of the Sun directly in my eyes; tread my feet nonchalantly
on the ground to get ready for
the office on MONDAY.
The lids of my eye felt as if they would inevitably shut; the skin
encompassing my ankles looked bruised and swollen,
The chords of my heart were throbbing turbulently; every
draught of breath cascaded down my nostrils agonizingly,
As I got dressed at the brink of the hour; to drop the kids to
school; present my spurious smiles to the outside world on the
TUESDAY.
The strands of my hair appeared ruffled; an incongruous stubble
extruded from
my cheeks,
The exteriors of my lips were mercilessly chapped; pangs of
hunger leapt animatedly in my stomach as an aftermath of
indigestion,
As I kissed my wife disparagingly on her cheek; made a beeline
for the conference; with my socks worn upside down; on the
WEDNESDAY.
The armpits in my body emanated a horrendous stench; earth
shattering dreams
resonated vibrantly through my mind,
My body tossed and turned wildly before awakening; the rings
engulfing my neck
had transited into an ungainly black,
As I feverishly brushed my teeth with brackish toothpaste sped
to the airport
in my silver Mercedes, and my tie nearly strangulating my
breath on the THURSDAY.
The nerves in my ears had become numb to sound; people in
vicinity struck my

eyes as an obfuscated blur,

The stairs I descended down seemed like colossal mountains;
deafening sneezes
occurring sporadically made me feel inherently weak,
As I sat down like a bombastic demon; pale smoke of the
cigarette wafting from
my mouth striking my adversary; in the breakfast meeting on the
FRIDAY.
The rays of hope were silently stirring in my soul; tinges of
exuberance seemed to be taking partial control of my speech,
The images of surreal fantasy were painstakingly enveloping my
mind; an insatiable nervousness was boisterously bursting
through my knuckles,
As nostalgic memories of my family profoundly lingered in my
heart; and the
plane prepared to caress the tarmac of my country on the
SATURDAY.
The hour of my freedom had eventually arrived; the ticking of
the clock miserably floundered to make the slightest of impact
on my thunderous snores,
The beams of dawn had never seemed so pleasant before; the
voice of my wife had never seemed so enchanting,
As I got up languidly from my sleep; executed a yawn larger than
my dwelling;
embraced my children; my new found freedom; ebulliently on the SUNDAY.