Happy Thursday

Thursday is like a

jack

in

the

box,

sweet, cheery tunes

floating as

the handle is cranked, like the

chirp of

chatter in a

coffee shop, a pleasant

buzz of life,

and just a

hint of

silence,

expectation.

The handle is

cranked until it

catches and

chatter still

refuses to fade, only

intensifying

as Thursday leaps

out

of

her

shell, eyebrows shot

up and under

her bangs,

eyes glistening like

shiny

pebbles,

mouth open and ready to burst

into

laughter or song.

But Thursday’s spring is

well

worn

with use,

creaking

every

time she jumps, no longer provoking the

chuckles

which she seeks,

the

smiles which she longs for.

The others tell her to

grow up and out

of her enclosure,

they tell her to

throw

away

her

spring and yet-

she never stops

popping,

straining,

laughing,

always bouncing,

bouncing, on the

balls of

her feet,

rubbing,

rubbing, her hands

together and sweeping aside her bangs,

eyes

only

growing

brighter

with

each

day.

Thursday is the

longest

day

because she seems to

drag

out

forever,

Friday is soon,

Friday

is

soon,

but she is small enough to fit in

Friday's

shadow

with plenty of wriggle room,

after all,

the sun blazes in

Friday's

face

and

Thursday?

Thursday is

deprived

of that

sun,

instead, she is her

own

sun,

a beacon of

light

brightening all of her

own

days,

nights, she is a

beam,

beaming with energy,

bursting at the seams with positivity,

letting others drink from her tap of energy,

for while theirs may

run

dry,

Thursday

is

overflowing.