Tritorian

I remember telling my mom that I wasnt asleep,
that I was preparing myself for the day to come.
Those ten extra, precious minutes that I took,
thinking that it would help me cope with the
dreadful first day of the week known simply
as Monday. Little did I know, an extra hour
wouldnt have helped me cope with what I was
about to experience . . . .
I remember the day perfectly, seeing as how it was
only two years ago today that my life changed.
That I truly realized the evils the world had in
store for the unsuspecting people of the land.