Mondays. Nobody likes them, and neither do I. It’s not that I’m lazy to wake up or that I live for the weekends. In fact, I love Mondays, not the whole day though. What I mean is, every Monday, around 8pm in my room, something phenomenal happens. My head meets my pillow. Sounds simple, right? Until it isn’t. See, like most people, I likely had a bad day and my mood swings could be all over the place. But the minute I shut my bedroom door and lay my stressed out head on my soft, lavender smelling pillow, it all seems to fade away. In that split second, I feel free from the cruel world, safely tucked into my bed. And this is my magical moment, when my head meets my pillow.