Personalities of the Week - Friday

6am Friday

Overnight Thursday Evening had made it's transformation, the most dramatic one of the week as far as looks and personality are concerned, in to the forlorn liquid form of Friday Morning.

As Kayliegh turned wearily to face the beeping alarm clock Friday Morning did the same. It stared at the flashing dots in between the numbers concentrating hard on it's favourite trick of distending time. Kayliegh felt like she had been lying in bed for at least half an hour when she jumped franticly out of bed thinking she'd miss the joys of public transport, but when she glanced over to the clock it flashed over to 5:31 – one minute after the time it had been set. Sleepily she headed for the kitchenette to check the time in there; still 5:31.

This charade continued as Kayliegh went for a shower; she had plenty of time for her normal morning routine so didn't rush, yet when she got out it was still only 5:40.

Friday Morning did little more to annoy her other than make everything, including the damp wait in the train station, the gruelling journey and the wait until her first fag break, last at least 10 times longer than it would normally.

12 Noon Friday

When Friday Afternoon finally emerged it did so with a slowness that only a melancholy snail could match. This writhing damp entity was caught in a kind of limbo only possible to achieve on a Friday at this time – the time between the Week and the Weekend. Friday Afternoon, if it were human, would have an identity crisis, possibly even be bipolar. It desperately wanted to be as nasty as Monday, it was sure it was capable of it, but too looked wistfully at the kindness and happiness of Saturday. This particular Friday Afternoon had made it's decision early, it was going to remain ambivalent and leave the real decision making to The Evening. If it had an urge, it might too expand time like Friday Morning had, perhaps even more so during the most boring parts of Kayleigh's day.

Kayleigh, very aware of the change from Friday Morning to Friday Afternoon as she had been clock watching for what felt like 3 hours since 11:45, was desk bound today. There would be no early finish for her, just a pile of decade old paperwork to trudge though. Friday Afternoon may have been heard chortling to it's self when her boss explained the task of filing to her as if it were a job you needed two degrees for. Deviously, it decided to pause time for a second in every three. By the time Friday Evening began to emerge and Kayleigh headed for the train station she was not just tired, but drained of all understanding of the concept of time.

6pm Friday

Kayleigh waited on the platform. She waited and listened to her headphones. She waited, listened to her headphones and thought about where Lewis would be right now.

Lewis waited in his porch. He waited and listened to his headphones. He waited, listened to his headphones and thought about where Kayleigh would be right now, and why she had ignored his texts.

Friday Evening hovered over the pair of them. Not because Friday Evening was particularly large, nor because they were particularly close, but because it was Friday Evening everywhere, it was omnipresent across the small island they lived on. It waited and listened to their thoughts. It waited, listened to their thoughts and arranged for something cosmic to happen.

Kayleigh's train was delayed, possibly leaves on the line or the wrong type of rain, but most likely something left behind by Friday Afternoon. She was planning on going out tonight, she hadn't made plans with her friends, but needed something to calm her down after the frantic week she'd had. As the train finally pulled up at the station she remembered that she didn't have her phone to text around friends and acquaintances about the prospect of them joining her for a night on the town. She shrugged, minded the gap, moved further down the train and visualized her wardrobe, trying to picture something suitable for drinking alone.

Lewis was waiting in his porch because he had locked himself out. He was waiting for someone in the block of flats, or rather apartments, to come home and let him in. With him, aside from his walkman and his phone, was a freshly cleaned and sun dried basket of laundry. It did not prove to be particularly entertaining to him when the batteries ran out and he was forced to listen to the drone of the motorway.

Although it might not look like much cosmic was going on to an outsider, Friday Evening had planted the first happy seeds of the weekend – Friday Night, as always, would get all the credit, or blame if everything went pear shaped.

10pm Friday

"731" Lewis thought to himself and his laundry, "732." He was counting lorries, or loud cars, he couldn't really tell the difference. He had been stood outside his apartment block for 4 hours. By this time he wished dearly that he'd gotten to know his neighbours better in the 6 months he'd been living there. Suddenly an idea dawned on him; he felt his pockets, discovered that he did indeed have his wallet with him and swiftly moved behind the hedge to get changed out of the view of the street.

Kayleigh took a matter of seconds to get ready; by the time she had got home she was so excited, partly by the prospect of going out alone, but mostly by the prospect of possibly, perhaps, maybe seeing Lewis again. By the time Lewis had put his washing back on the porch she was in a taxi into town. As he walked towards the first pub in his weekend crawl, she walked in to hers.

Friday Night, with it's keen eyes looking down from above, had been watching over them last week as well. He fancied himself as the cupid of the week, but had his job cut out for him as other days were set against fun, happiness and most of all love interests. Friday had by now mutated from it's liquid form of the Morning and was the consistency of over moulded blue-tack; slightly sticky, but solid none the less, and the colour of a calm vanilla.

By the end of it's shift Friday had ensured that both humans were on track to meet again. As they headed from opposite directions towards the "Mangled Rabbit", Friday could be seen shifting into Saturday. Translucent wings emerged from it's gluey body, vanilla faded to a pure white and a cute smile strung itself from flicking ear to flicking ear.