how my week normally begins
it's the dawn of a new day, and i'm beginning my trek to work. the sidewalks are empty, save for a few people bumbling side to side, half awake with dark circles cast under their eyes and their shirts barely tucked in. they make odd groans as we pass each other, me saying "good morning" and them responding with "gawewahaa" or something similar. i admit, my street can emit an eerily vacant vibe early in the day, and i consider running back inside to hide under a blanket and wait out whatever the day may have in store for me. that is, until i see several cars come and go. zombies don't drive cars, which means this is just a typical monday and all is well in the world.