Between the Sunday evening and Monday morning

Your head feels like a cassette on rewind mode. Flashbacks of the 48 good hours play repeatedly like a film that you would love to watch back to back. Procrastination takes over and the film ends abruptly.  Your thoughts swing like a pendulum from yesterday to tomorrow.

There is some part of the Sunday left to make merry, but you suddenly feel like a soldier who is restricted by the boundaries of a Monday.  It’s a war against Monday to guard your Sunday.

The ammunitions that it has are worry bombs, Boss 247, anti-chill mines, tear gas and the aptly put ‘dead-lines’. The commander of Monday, the client, clad in a grungy green terrorizing outfit asks you to show him what you got. You combat it with the best of your Sunday weapons like booze bombs, musical mines and flashy weapons. 

There are cheer missiles from Sunday and tedium missiles from Monday colliding with each other. Your friends give you covering fire to escape thoughts of Monday, by supplying you with alcohol shots.  

After a night long battle, Monday blues take over the Sunday reds.  The Sunday, like a defeated hero, comes back to its territory and prepares itself for another battle coming up next week.