Tuesday twitches and twists all around me. It yawns and yelps in between shimmering shivers of Fall-induced frigidness. Tuesday hangs low with frumpy clouds pressing down dismally on rain soaked students scuffling across the weathered walkways.
Tuesday drones on dreadfully like a mosquito while sitting silently in a chilly classroom listening listlessly to the winding words of an estranged intellectual telling tales of yesteryear. Blank faces with bleary eyes stare ahead stale and stifled. Frozen fingers pathetically punch keys on computer keyboards grasping and grabbing at words whistling by soon to be forgotten. Here hunkered down deep within the bowels of the red brick building Tuesday twitches and twists all around me with flapping feet shuffling shoes and folding fingers. All the while, the teacher talks on with words trundling across the gaping gap between us, and I watch them twist a twitch as they die falling upon deaf ears.
Tuesday is here with all its weight and weariness, soaked in soft showers and grey greasy skies. I stare out the watery window and watch oafish oaks be battered and bend beneath the whipping wind. Branches swing and sway and red ragged leaves fall fearfully towards the inglorious ground. In the midst of this haunting halting dance Tuesday twitches and twists all around me. Tuesday twitches and twists all around me.