I kept thinking it was Thursday

Dear Delyara, It wasn’t. But all day I carried that false certainty, and every time reality corrected me, I felt weirdly disappointed. I think because Thursday would have meant being closer to the end of the week. Closer to relief. Closer to having to be “on” for fewer people. That tiny mistake told on me. It showed me how much my body was leaning toward escape without calling it that. Sometimes exhaustion shows up as calendar longing.