Monday

She looked at her watch and all she could see was her present ticking away. Her life was passing her by and she couldn't do anything about it. She was stuck in an eight to five prison of paying bills and being reprimanded for things that weren't her fault. She was the youngest, but growing older with every tick. She was an idealist, but there wasn't any room for that in the real world-this world of scape goats and false hopes. There must be something more, but all she can see is her watch.