Hourglass

How brave do you have to be to live your dream(s)? 

What's important? Suffering? Evading? Suffering in Style? Who decides? When?

Each day she cried. Not because she was gripped by this listless sorrow but for there was never time. The to-do list, painfully and out of habit, grew longer each day. The bucket got heavier.

Monday

In his cozy hotel room bed, he woke up to what he thought was the alarm. It tuned out it was a text MSG from her which would  make the rest of the day filled with meetings, presentations and business bearable:

"Mondays are bluer without you."