COLEEN

I hated Mondays. Well... not all the time but most of the time. It was the start of the week and I'm never fully recovered from the weekend by the time Monday rolls around.

Mondays were supposed to be miserable. Mine wasn’t… terrible.

Classes, notes, the kind of steady routine I’d grown used to, it was all strangely comforting. Mark and I even managed to grab a quick lunch between his music theory lab and my psych lecture.

“You look less stressed than usual,” Mark said ...