The Gods offered
A blessing of sorts
To live a favourite day over and over til the sun engulfs everything man made
Or to live out your mortal days
The choice chosen was the former
Waking up the next morning to her boyfriend
And a meal and meet up with her friends down at the petting farm
The pattern continued for 20 days and 20 nights forgetting her past each time she opened her eyes
Never learning from her mistakes
The people
The essence of the perfect day
Started to wilt and fade
Not sustainable for a world where the calendar never turned
And craved the unavoidable
Movement forward