If the days of the week were colours, Friday would be yellow (happy excited playful) Sunday would be white (peaceful relaxing calming) and Wednesday would be grey (bland neutral tedious)
Saturday, whether sunny or rainy would always be green (lively zesty energetic) Thursday, second last day of the workweek, would be red (waiting imagining tantalizing) and Tuesday would be pink (freshening sweet bright)
Monday
Monday was the worst day of the week
Monday was blue
blue
Blue
Blue
BLUE
He didn't know why.
That's just the way it always had been as it always was
He was sure it had something to do with his birthday
And the day his mother had died
But he wasn't sure
All that he did know for certain was that Mondays were the worst and they were always blue
Even if his father came to visit
Even if Dean came
If it was a Monday, it would be blue and he would be blue
Everything was blue on Mondays
The sky
The room he slept in
The pyjamas he wore
The hallway he walked down
The breakfast he ate
The pills the nurse gave him
Blue
Blue
Blue
He'd tried to explain it once to his father and Dean
They didn't understand
How could weekdays be colours? How could they affect him so?
But he didn't have the answers
All he had were ideas
And colours
And weekdays
….Blue Monday, Pink Tuesday, Grey Wednesday, Red Thursday, Yellow Friday, Green Saturday and White Sunday…
Around and around and around and around
No day ever changed
They all stayed the same
Same day
Same colour
blue pink grey red yellow green white
monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday saturday sunday
Sam hated it when his father and Dean visited on Monday
He tried to tell them not to that any other day of the week would be fine but for Monday
But they didn't understand even try to
They were concerned of course they were
Sam could see it in their eyes
But if they really cared they'd listen to him
Because Monday was blue
A bad day
A sad day
Bad things happened on Monday
They had in the past
And they would again
Sam knew it
He could feel it
Every time Monday rolled around
He was certain that today this monday would be the day
What? They asked
Doctors
Nurses
father
Dean
What was going to happen today?
Nothing.
Nothing ever happened on Mondays
That was it
Sam waited and waited and waited
But nothing ever happened
He'd feel it he'd know it was coming
And then Tuesday would dawn, pink and rejuvenating and Sam would forget all about Monday until the next Monday
But Sam never let go
He couldn't
Not when something someone was telling him bad things were coming
And then they did
The man with yellow (Friday) eyes came
The man with Friday (yellow) eyes took Sam away
The man with Friday yellow Friday yellow eyes brought Sam to his death
It was a Monday
And it was blue
Author's Note:
I am not really sure where that came from. I had just finished Home Away From Home, wanting to write some more so I just started typing and the story you've just read is the result. I am not sure what to think of it myself. I think it's a little weird but in a good way, I think (I hope). I've never written anything like this before and would love some (constructive and/or positive) feedback. If you didn't like this, please feel free NOT to tell me, your silence is enough.