Wednesday

The steam was rising off of the sign out front.  Facing the sun, the morning dew stood no chance but to be heated and evaporated at first light.  This made her smile.  And that may or may not have been even the slightest bit sadistic.

But she was in a curious mood this morning, so that thought didn't seem to bother.

She had had a rough night and dreaming, interspersed with nightmares and off-feelings, and the sun was almost too much to handle.  But as she gazed off into it,  she took a breath and faced the day.

Wednesday's would never break her.