Morning Dread

Before the alarm went off, I had that feeling of dread—the same from junior high till now, working a 9-5 (or 9:30-7 and beyond) job—knowing I had to get up for work and not wanting to go. This morning the alarm sounded and I climbed down the loft to the ground floor to turn it off. All I wanted was to go back to bed. Then I had a truly wonderful realization: Today is Saturday, not a weekday but a weekend! I don't have to work today! You know what today is? Today is a day in which I have time to write. There's no freelance project due on Monday, no family obligation, just a day completely free and clear. I forgot what those days feel like.