Thursday is my night.
Both my sisters have dance class so I have the house to myself.
I have homework.
I have to take out the trash.

I have the most cheerful outlook I've had in weeks.

It seems a thousand pounds of sorrow
have just flown off my shoulders,
sprouting wings and going to pester someone else.

I took out the trash with a hop and a skip,
not even caring that I was still wearing shoes
(Mind you, I can't stand shoes).
As I spun in circles I "whoop"ed and "wee"ed
and the phrase,
"It's a great day to be alive"
leaped from my mouth,
spring boarding off my tongue and over my lips.

I returned to the empty house and kicked off my shoes.
I took a shower with the door open
and the lights on
(I normally keep them off).
I stood under scalding water,
burning away any residual sadness.

I returned to my room and found my spring pajamas.
Normally I shy from math,
hiding in history books
and chemistry worksheets,
but today I dove into the calculus questions,
pencil flying over differentials and derivatives.

Today was no different than any other day.
Except that today is Thursday.
My Thursday.

WHOOP!