Mondays,
she thought, were for new beginnings.
They were for forgetting the mess of who she was the week before.
She would sit very straight and shed everything that felt like shadow.
Every dark spot that said she was a victim of circumstance.
She would let them fall into her coffee, and swallow them with sugar.
And at the bottom of her empty cup she'd see a woman she didn't quite recognize.
Her name is Today.
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