they are the most routine, the most reliable, the steadiest
when I wake up and know that I will go to school and will have my lightest workload of the week and therefore the least stress
and then after school I will go to piano lessons run some errands then go to the library to pick up a few books to read that week and later, go to youth group
but both this week and last, as I stepped into my favorite part of routine, I was met by your cold black eyes looking at me from between the bookshelves and the awful sensation that lingers afterward for so many hours
I'm beginning to think Tuesdays aren't so safe anymore.
*tuesdays are the days I am least likely to have panic attacks for some reason so I think of them as safe days