One Week

CHAPTER 1

Monday, you are such a bitch.
I wake up and forget where I am.
I look around and see the windows with no blinds.
I see the old worn-out quilt that I have had since I was sixteen.
I shake my head and try to clear my throat.
It is so dry from sleeping in this room full of heat and dust.
I forgot to turn off the radiator before I went to sleep.
Perhaps that wouldn't happen if I didn't crawl into bed at such an obscene hour.
Which wouldn't have happened if I had taken the early train to come home.
I always intend to take the early train, but you keep me from it.
I try to keep you away as long as possible.
Ah Monday, if not for your existence, I would still be happy.
I would still be wrapped up in the arms of Jonny.
If not for your existence, I would still be watching him wake up right about now.
With that half-curly, half-straight hair covering one side of his face.
I look at the clock on the bedside table.
It reads some numbers which are too blurry for me to see.
Monday, you are the most selfish of days.
Stripping away my ability to relax.
Slapping me in the face.
Forcing me to pay attention to you.
Demanding that I give you appreciation and respect.
Well, forget it, Monday.
Fuck you, Monday.
I bury my face into the pillow.
The pillow that doesn't smell like Jonny.
I pull the covers up closer around my neck.
The neck that isn't being nibbled on by Jonny.
I shut my eyes and try to ignore you.
But you keep whispering in my ear.
Not a sweet delicate whisper like the one that comes from Jonny's mouth.
But a harsh, aimless whisper like a blast of icy air.
You win, you wretched beast of a day.
I throw off the covers and stretch.
I am here, Monday.
But you still can't make me love you.

CHAPTER 2

I laugh at Tuesday.
It tries so hard to be important.
With its posturing and preening
Much like some people who are the second in command.
It's only really important once or twice a year.
Tuesday only really matters when Monday takes a day off.
Only then do people even acknowledge its existence.
Sometimes I fear that Jonny is like Tuesday.
I fear that people only really see him when I am not there.
So I take extra pains to correct that massive injustice.
It is my greatest wish that Jonny be seen by others as he is seen by me.
But then I guess that can't happen, can it?
I see him through eyes of love.
Eyes of hope and lust.
Eyes of pure adoration.
Poor Tuesday
You have no one like me.
You have no one to keep you from being overlooked.
To keep you from being ignored.
You are just a twenty-four hour block of time wandering aimlessly through a seven day week.
You have no one to protect your heart.
No one to feed your soul.
Monday is a selfish whore.
Grabbing all the spotlight.
Whether it be hate or love.
Monday serves you nothing but boredom.
On a cold condescending plate.
I serve Jonny nothing but honey.
And wine.
And those little frosted cupcakes that he loves.
I am not Monday.
Jonny is not Tuesday.


CHAPTER 3

What is the middle exactly?
Is it the same thing as the center?
Not at all.
Wednesday is the middle of the week.
But certainly not its center.
Wednesday is the day I dread most.
It's been two days since I have seen Jonny.
Two days since I listened to him breathing in his sleep.
It will be two more until I see him again.
Two impossibly long days until our bodies are intertwined.
Being Wednesday is like drowning.
I can see what is ahead.
But I can't reach out and touch it yet.
"I miss you," Jonny says into my ear.
My ear smiles at the sound of his voice.
I close my eyes and think of how Jonny must look.
Sitting in that bedroom of his.
Probably it is a mess.
It usually is after I spend all weekend there.
"How was your day?" I ask.
"Just a day," he says, "Nothing special."
I glance at the calendar.
I see the letters in Wednesday sink just a little.
I witness the despair they feel as Jonny dismisses them.
I know how Wednesday feels.
The thought that Jonny would dismiss me makes my whole being shake.
But Jonny would never do that.
He loves me for the same reason that he hates Wednesday.
Because I am Kelly.
And Wednesday is Wednesday.
It's just that simple.
I am Kelly.
Nobody special.
Until I was loved by Jonny.

CHAPTER 4

A dress rehearsal.
Christmas Eve.
New Year's Eve.
A concert sound check.
Thursday.
All destined to be overshadowed by the main event.
So much like a first date.
Yet nothing like a first kiss.
The eternal virgin.
Always pure and innocent.
Like the touching before the feeling.
Like the lips before the tongues.
Like the clothes before the flesh.
Like the lust before the act.
Like the desire before the love.
Like me before Jonny.
Always waiting.
Never knowing what for exactly.
Eaten up with anticipation.
Ravaged with craven urges.
Like me on the train.
As I sit impatiently.
I can almost see him there.
Standing on the platform.
In that old ragged coat that he wears.
Trying to look inconspicuous.
I shake my head.
He should know by now that he can't pull that off.
His aura sparkles.
His halo shines.
People turn to look at the man with the gorgeous green eyes.
The man who is Friday to my Thursday.

CHAPTER 5

I wait for you all week.
Friday, my dearest love.
I run to you with open arms.
You allow me to be free.
You allow me to have peace and joy.
You make life worth living.
Jonny is my Friday.
The train stops and I am already standing.
I bound down the stairs almost forgetting my luggage.
I feel a calm shiver as Jonny's eyes catch mine.
His smile is like....like nothing that can be explained in cheap words.
"Hey Kelly," he says.
"Hello Love," I say.
I kiss him with my eyes.
He understands the gesture.
The ride to his flat is short and quiet.
Once inside, we grab each other.
Our mouths so grateful to be used for something besides eating and breathing.
I waste no time with formality.
My clothes are gone in mere seconds.
I am a greedy one.
Jonny's clothes follow mine.
I lay on the bed and open my thighs.
Issuing an invitation for Jonny to come inside me.
I hold my breath.
Praying and hoping that he will accept my offer.
He smiles and kisses my chest.
Then he caresses the inside of my leg with his tongue.
My entire body shakes.
I feel his gentle weight rest on the bed.
He takes a deep breath.
Jonny brings such joy and serenity with him when he moves inside me.
I can't remember how I lived before I knew him.
Ah Friday....
I am so much in love.

CHAPTER 6

Saturday, you slut.
You are up for anything.
A little bit of this.
A little bit of that.
Some work.
Some play.
I wake up.
Jonny is asleep on my chest.
I kiss his hair.
"What should we do today?" he asks.
"Revel in each other," I reply.
He moves up and kisses me on the neck.
I giggle because the scruff of his beard scratches.
"Come take a shower with me," Jonny says.
He gets out of bed.
I am treated to the sight of his body.
The hot water is already running when I join him.
He grabs me and slides the bar of soap down my back.
His strong hands rub fiercely until I am a mass of bubbles and lather.
"That feels good," I murmur with closed eyes.
"You are so fucking beautiful," Jonny says.
I smile at him over my shoulder.
He kisses down my ribs as his hands steal across my ribs.
I know what he wants.
And I want it too.
I turn around and pull him close to me.
My mouth involuntarily drops to his chest.
Water cascades down his shoulders and onto my face.
I close my eyes against the onslaught.
Jonny's skin is soft and smooth.
He has the most wonderful taste.
He takes a deep breath as my teeth nip just a bit at the delicate flesh.
Saturday....you are a insatiable whore.
And so am I.

CHAPTER 7

It must suck to be Sunday.
The day starts out so happy.
And usually ends up in a melancholy way.
Everyone hates Monday.
But you just make people sad.
Sad that the fun is over.
Sad that the separation must begin.
I pack my little blue bag.
Jonny watches from the doorway.
"Stay," he says.
Its the same thing every week.
It rips my heart out when he says that to me.
Why does he have to be such a bastard?
"I love you," he says, as if that could make time stand still.
"I love you," I tell him, as if that could somehow make him understand.
"You promised me," Jonny says.
I look up at him.
He is telling the truth.
"I know," I say, "But it's only for a little longer."
"I hate waking up without you," he says.
I close my bag and wipe away a tear.
"I'm sorry," he says, realizing that I am hurting too.
I look around the room.
The blankets on the bed look so warm.
"What time is the late train?" I ask Jonny.
He smiles.
"The same time as it was last week," he answers, "And the week before that."
I look at the clock that hangs on the opposite wall.
"Then come here," I tell him, "We still have hours and hours."
He walks to me slowly.
"I can see my soul in your eyes," Jonny says.
Screw you Sunday....
I touch my mouth to his.
It's the saddest day of the week.
And I am so deeply in love.