Пятница (Uma2rman Звёзды считают нас)

Weekdays squeeze like uncomfortable shoes: you feel like you have to go, but every step is a challenge. In your head, you're thinking about the beach, bare feet in the sand, badminton on the grass, and a few absurd dreams that make it easier to breathe. The repeated ‘I wish it were Friday’ sounds like a spell: let the cage swing open, let the spinning top stop spinning. Laughter through fatigue, tired shoulders, but inside there is still this stubborn anticipation of freedom - even if only for two days.