Lying in bed in an early morning haze, I ask myself, “Is it Friday or Saturday?”
Saturday? Please, oh, please, oh please? Please let it be Saturday.
It’s too early to think, but I force myself: “Was yesterday Thursday or Friday?”
It had to be Friday if today is Saturday.
“What did I do yesterday? School…”
You do school on Fridays!
“Isn’t that noise Bill’s alarm clock?”
No, no, you’re only dreaming…
“If that’s his alarm clock, it can’t be Saturday. It must be Friday.”