Posted September 10, 2018 07:06:24 I’ve had the misfortune of being born on a Monday in the middle of the night.
I’ve never known anyone to miss a morning.
I remember feeling very excited to wake up.
I thought that was a good thing.
Then I’d have the thought of waking up late again.
This time, I’d be late for work.
The thought of being late again made me feel a bit scared.
I wanted to make sure I didn’t make that mistake again.
I took a few steps towards the door to the office, but I didn: The door was locked.
I tried again.
It wasn’t locked.
It was open.
It’s still open.
I opened the door again.
The door is still locked.
I’m not sure.
Maybe I was a bit nervous.
Maybe it was because I didn