Convulsing lids, fluttering lashes; the once hushed hum of the alarm clock buzzing, building up to a thunderous roar. Reverie no longer cradling, actuality slowly shaking your body back to the still dark corners of your space. Breathe in, breathe out. You down a few seconds to adjust your eyes to the darkness and recognize the things that are ahead of you today. “Oh God, it’s Monday again,” your subconscious almost shouted in consternation. You are suddenly reminded of the ogres, ghosts and monsters you mindlessly clothed with invisible cloaks and locked in metal pits of your run of the mill prison. You realize that you now have to pick up the papers and fight battles that were frozen in time by procrastination and insurmountable amount of excitement to leave the battlefield early armed with a thousand promises of rest, relaxation, recreation. And then it once again crossed your though— the way the word rolls in your tongue, its tip gently teasing your teeth, pushing your mouth to feign a kiss and briefly letting go just before vibrations escape your moist lips—Friday. Gasps. Orgasms. Sporadic outburst of weekend memories. You shut your eyes tight, as if sending a message. And yes, you tried to communicate something, a silent plea that’s almost like a prayer but not quite. For the second time you woke up and realized you just slept again, you’re late, your recent call did not go through and it is still your most hated day. You spent a stupid amount of time paralyzed in rage and rejection from the lack of attention that seeps into your veins with no intention of expulsion or redemption. Or perhaps rehearsing, in between your inner turmoil and hissy fits, what you have to say when he asks why you didn’t settle for the life-affirming psychobabble optimistic peddlers say. Instead, you went for a solid middle man salute paired with an angst-y “because fuck you, that’s why”. For what point is there to explain to someone omniscient, omnipotent, omni-everything?! You gingerly left your no longer comforting bed and decided to give yourself and everyone else a hellish time. And whilst you bask in the glory of your sanctimonious suffering, a billion things continue to unfurl, unfold and reveal all around the world. An intricate web of sunrises and car crashes, commencements and conclusions, first cries and last breaths, prolonged life and ended sufferings, all of which are oblivious to you. Unless of course you realize at the end of the day that one thing will remain certain, He may not always be there when you call him but he is always, always on time.