The Wrong Day

I woke up on the wrong day. The weather wasn’t right and I rolled out of bed on the wrong side, an easy mistake to make. When I went to make breakfast I put the hot water in the cereal bowl and the cereal in the coffee cup. I dressed myself inside out and fell flat on my face running for the bus. It drove on by with everybody pointing and laughing. It was the wrong day so I brushed the dirt off my jeans and went back to bed. A storm followed me home.

This happens every single Tuesday.

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