Now I like Mornings

And so, yes. It was at that precise moment of combining the [almost] inevitable feeling of exasperation that he was, indeed, long overdue and the somewhat apathetic, for want of a less exhausted word, realisation of the Mondayness he was standing knee deep in, that a side-product pathetically dropped from a squeeze that it really shouldn’t have been squeezed into like a wet, floppy dog falling from a crack in a wet lorry of wet, floppy dogs.

After a quick dry the pathetic side-product stood tall and proud yet modest and the side-product itself acted as the perfect solution to soften the cocktail of stone and rock that the previous combination demonstrated. He likes mornings.