I Want To Feel Like Your Friday

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If I had it my way, I’d want to be your every day. I’d want to be your lazy Saturdays, your early Tuesdays, your Thursday afternoons when you can barely keep your eyes open.

If I had it my way, I’d be your favorite days. Your birthday, Christmas, maybe even Halloween, dressed in our matching costumes. I’d be the days you want to put on repeat, the days you’d never forget, the days you’d dream about when you’d rest your warm and weary head.

But I know I can’t have everything, so I’m content with just this one wish. I wish to be your Friday, your long-awaited, can’t-stop-thinking-about-it, counting down the minutes until that sweet, sweet bliss Friday.

Let me be your Friday.

I want to feel like the best damn thing about your week. I want you to daydream about me when your work drags on. I want you to get excited about all the plans, the possibilities when we’re together.

I want you to ache for me as soon as it’s our time apart.

I want to be the reason for the smile across your face, that little glow that sets in just above your cheekbones. I want to be that one day of the week you can’t get out of your head, the day you get all giddy about with the simple mention of its name.

I want to be the reason for your happiness, the one thing that feels like freedom. I want you to fall into me, arms open wide, heart and mind suddenly rejuvenated and ready for adventure.

I want to be the day that makes you come alive. The day that’s exciting and big and loud and all that you imagined it to be. The day that begins with the windows rolled down and the music loud on the highway and ends in bed, exhausted and so so satisfied.

Let me be your Friday.

The one thing you look forward to, the one thing you crave. I want to feel like that start of the weekend, the end of stress and obligations and the beginning of non-stop, guilt free fun. We don’t have to be crazy, we can stay in and just bask in the simple peace of doing nothing. Or we can run and run until we run out of gas.

Regardless, I want to be that feet-up, arms-back, eyes-closed, this-is-perfection type of feeling. I want to be the day you can’t stop thinking about; the one you wish for as soon as it’s gone. TC mark

Marisa Donnelly

Marisa is a writer, poet, & editor. She is the author of Somewhere On A Highway, a poetry collection on self-discovery, growth, love, loss and the challenges of becoming.

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