It’s the earliest day of the week. I’m reminded how bad I am at mornings. Thoughts come slower. The world is heavy today. Atlas has a little more weight on his shoulders.
(sorry)
On Wednesdays, I drive Julie into work – the journey takes an hour and twenty minutes. It’s the longest journey I will drive all week. I know I’m waking up when the pin pricks of anxiety begin. What if the car breaks down? What if today is the day the wheels fall off? What if… what if… what if.
I drink my tea. I listen to the soft crunch of Julie eating toast.
It’s Wednesday.
Rhi Axtell - Writer 
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