Morning madness.

The people are strangers. The space is too small. The engine cries in a huge voice as we speed through, and I try to die the noise down with my favorite music. I close my eyes and pretend it is night time, but not dark as huge spotlights shine on a face I love. But the engine screams, and the shoulder of the girl beside me crushes mine. I take a deep breath, forget that I anticipate a headache, and try to let this Monday still be a good day. Life is just so unfair sometimes - I miss the last van just in the nick of time, it starts to drizzle on the only day I leave my umbrella. I just don't want to be mad, I don't want to forget that Someone is in control.