Sundays

Where did it go?
The time had slipped away from me.
A feeling of dread overcomes my being,
stealing away what I felt before the day dawned on me.
What is upsetting is how happy two days can make a person feel.

I can feel that unwanted feeling crawl back into my system.
I don't want that feeling to come back.
Let me wallow in my happiness for awhile;
if you wish, you can come back after I'm done.

I hate feeling wound up; having to do the same things over, 
going absolutely no where with no direction.
I feel solitude within those two days.
I can feel at peace and recollect my thoughts,
not having to worry about what is to come.

Let me lounge in this feeling a bit longer,
or at the very least, keep the reality of Sunday away from me.