Novel & Cerita Monday Morning Meme Funny

SLADE'S POV:: Monday mornings always arrive too fast at S.B.D. Motors. The garage doors are already open, engines rumbling in the distance, somewhere in the factory while the first wave of employees hurry through the glass entrance, clutching coffee and half-finished conversations. It’s obviously a new week, and of course work has begun again. Monday mornings? They’ve always been one of my biggest pet peeves. But do I really have a choice? Nah. Not even if someone actually gave me the chance to have one. Because at the end of the day, reality is still reality.

Send videos of cats being jerks and drunks doing something stupid. But it was Wednesday night, and they had not shared a single snap. Not one meme. Matt stared at his phone in the darkness of his room. His laptop screen showing Stephanie dressed as a naughty nurse for last year's Halloween being the only light in his room. 'Great fuck last week. Looking forward to Saturday.'

Seal my mouth and laugh with myself instead of sharing those homophobic, racist, feminist comments I have in my mind. "I'm up at 6.30 today. Don't you think it's funny?" I don't but let's just say it is, okay? Because my mom would. Her youngest child who's lazy as a cow is finally up before the sun comes out. Geesh. What an achievement. He does that awkward face, between wanting to lie and tries to think of something to change the subject. Fine. Not funny. "Since I'm up early, do you think I get to catch that morning wood? Or the moment has passed?"

"Don’t push it." *** Mondays were the worst. Harper groaned as the shrill beeping of her alarm clock shattered the fragile quiet of her bedroom. She smacked it off and buried her face deeper into the pillow, but it was no use. The day had started, and it didn’t care how much she hated it.

There were another few dozen texts, all along the same lines and starting around the time I’d met Zane. Could they be from Scott? Maybe. They might also be from anyone else whose name began with “S,” or any other letter. You couldn’t tell anything from online names, except sometimes that someone had a sense of humor or when they put their ideology in their name, like KillAllHumans142. I went back to my main feed and found a photo of Jordan giving his brief speech, along with a few-dozen comments about his age and declaring him attractive. It seemed harmless. It was there, however, that I found a meme I greatly disliked. It showed my face on a white wolf’s body with wings. The wolf was also d

Jane's POV What goes around comes back around right? I never thought they were talking about Monday's though. Unlike any other Monday, today I welcomed it differently. Why? Maybe because the sun affects me differently today, any other Monday would be a mournday, not today. The sun rose like it should, melting the darkness away, giving life to brilliant shades to every being making me eager to dig further into Monday. "I wonder how bad will his mood be today" I smiled and the flow of my thoughts suddenly stopped. What is wrong with me?

Days went, months rolled, and years flipped, leading me up to this moment. Nobody ever bothered to let me remember how terrible Mondays are. I woke up five minutes earlier than the alarm that I've set, which to me is unexpectedly a first in five years. I only just started working a few days ago, and yet I still keep forgetting the lingering fact that I'm already a working adult. I opted to take a cold shower today since my hangover is starting to kick me in the butt. It always feels refreshing to let out the cold water touch my skin and replenish the moisture it had lost from drinking booze and partying all fucking night.

Monday morning came as sunlight slipped lazily through the curtains, catching in golden streaks across the mansion’s marble floor. Everything felt unhurried, almost serene. Luna had woken earlier than usual. She sat on the edge of her bed, hair loosely tied, sipping her coffee while scrolling through her schedule for the day. Normally, Mondays were the busiest — back-to-back meetings, reports, and constant calls from Bryan’s office. But today… she didn’t feel the usual tension. Maybe it was because her weekend was filled with fireworks, laughter, and lots of self care the massage made her feel very comfortable.

I groaned, snuggling up my duvet. “ Are you really going back to sleep again? Do you even know what today is?” Mona asked frustrated. I was genuinely the one frustrated at this point because she was interrupting my sleep. “ It's a day in the week. Happy?” “ Argh! Sometimes, you can be so…impossible,” she groaned. She didn't say anything for a few seconds, she was probably calming herself. I couldn't be bothered right now. “ Today is Monday. Did you forget you are to have classes with Sir Kia?” She reminded calmly.

Monday Morning I woke up early, my body a bit sore from yesterday's emotional weight, but my mind is sharp like I received some extra sparkle overnight. It’s the beginning of the work week and it will set the tone of how my week will go. I have to start it on a positive note. Brandon was already up, sipping a cup of coffee and reviewing something on his tablet. We shared a quiet morning routine, sitting side by side in the home office. The hum of the city buzzed faintly outside but inside was peaceful.