Fridays eyes are peeled for bait.
Ready to chomp its magnificent jaw down onto the night, sinking its every wish into milky moon covered driveways.
Driveways covered in Hondas and future footsteps.

Friday wags its skirt up a little too high; reaching for Saturday.
12am; they dance a very large dance together.
They fill the future footsteps to a Honda song and wait to illuminate another dance; another week.