Too cold outside for angels to fly

It struck me just the other day - why do most people dread the Mondays? 
But I don't, and in some sense I look forward to it. 

Aside from the textbook answer that I usually give - it felt like as though there's a villain mind in the midst of the clockwork. Then a thought came to me, 

The reality I live in is a distraction, from the nightmarish dream which most people would just linger there, gazing into the sea of stars in the night skies bathed in a light touch of creamy moonlight - where I would stare down into the ankle-deep lake of blood, echoes in the past resonating with the ripples of every muscle you move...

on and on and on and on and on an on an o a on a........

Iris contracts, heightened retina sensors - the reflection of the moon be all your subject - infinite penumbra in the perimeter - that blood soaked moon. If light could defy laws, it'd be like a mirrors in opposing panes, minus the duplication of your image. Like dressing rooms.

But you'd see the folks gazing right at you. Because you're from the moon. 

In the midst of the million-fold folly you're witnessing, "human stupidity", "stupid! stupid! i hate them!" is your cassette on replay. Couple with emotion-stirring tunes like those of Etude Chopin Op 10 no. 4 and the slurred black ferric cassette tape entangling and retraining your arm - it went on like the replays...

on and on and on and on and on an on an o a on a........

Months would feel like hours and hours like an instance. 
Snap out of it.
Who is this madman?

There you see your own self, staring down at his own feet, which reflected his - no, me. 

Snap. 

You're now throat-deep submerged in the lake. 
Not forgetting a "lake of what?", memories wind back. centrifuging all the lost time like those black ferric tape back into the cassette.  

The cassette is now tucked safely in your pocket. As if Frodo from Lord of the Rings could be any more paranoid, you've tapped your pocket to check for its existence. 
As confused as you are with the fact that - why keep that?

Alarm O' Distraction Bell rings - 5.45 AM on a Monday. Snooze a one two or three times - you're actually all ready to embrace the coming week. And a tap on your pocket, you're there again, looking down on the low life(s) who have no regard of appreciation for life whatsoever. 

/tap, yeap, still there.