kaleidoscope - Monday

Monday.

Mondays are grey.

They swirl around, like smoke. Confusing and intricate, yet still plain. The patterns it makes are so interesting to watch, but they can be boring too. I sigh, swinging my legs out of the bed to spend the day twirling in the smoke.
“Smokey, smokey smokey…”
I giggled as Roan absent-mindedly whirled around my room, smiling. Roan than nobody else can see. Kaleidoscope Roan. He makes me laugh. It’s like having a friend who is always with me, but one that I keep to myself. He’s lovely most of the time, but sometimes…

“GET UP NOW!!!!!!!!!AIOFE!!!!!!!!!!!”
My mother’s voice shakes me roughly from my dream world. I stumbled out of bed and almost fell down the stairs in my hurry to escape my solitude. School was going to be boring today. It’s a Monday. Grey Monday. Always boring, always grey. Blurry. Fast. Still smokey. No different from any other Monday.

No-one talked to me. Only Roan. As usual. He always talks to me. He was in a good mood today. As I walked home from school, we talked about what was going to happen tonight. Never tomorrow. Tomorrow is Tuesday, and Tuesdays aren’t grey. You can’t talk about a day that isn’t grey on a grey day. It’s wrong. It gets confusing because the colours mix, and you get bluey-grey. You can’t have a bluey-grey day because that would make it a Monday and a Tuesday at the same time. Too confusing.

Mum was mad at the dinner table again. She always gets mad when I talk to Roan. She doesn’t believe in him. I just talked to him until bedtime, sat in a corner. The same as every other Monday.