Edge of Day

Have you ever paused on the edge of a day and wished that you could hold it back, wish that it would never begin, that you could remain there, poised on the edge, forever? But forever is a long time, and 8 a.m. is no longer the edge of day, and soon you have to let go and take the plunge. Somewhere in the back of your head you know that it isn't so bad. That eventually this day will end, that the things that need to happen will happen, and sooner than you realize it will all be over and it will be Thursday evening and Friday will be rolled out before you, slower paced and pleasant, with the tantalizing promise of the weekend at the end. That soon it will be one more week down, three more to go, and then it will be life and the hellish horror of pointless papers and mindless assignments and out of touch professors will be over and new horrors will replace them. But all things in moderation, and a foretaste of hell is always a good reminder.