23. Rainy Days and Mondays Always Get Me Down

Leaning heavily on a worn-out desk, our lady of the weekend woes embodies the Monday blues we all know too well. Two days just isn’t enough, she seems to sigh, her entire being slumping in agreement. The room around her whispers of bygone rest and the all-too-quickly ticked clock, sympathizing with the sentiment.

Who hasn’t been her, counting down the final moments of freedom before the grind begins anew? It’s the universal groan of alarm clocks everywhere, a silent protest against the cruel pace of the calendar.