The Children Of Time.

January has isues with his mother, February is always thinking about things he wants to do while March does them, April eats sweets and May pays for them. June is the oldest but not the wisest, and July has an opinion on everything. August never stops trying to do the right thing, even if he doesnt always know what it is. September once saw something so sad, she never stopped crying. October holds the lift for everyone, vice-presidents and street-sweepers alike(for his memory, not theirs) and November makes fun of him for this. December is tired, but hopeful. He has never stopped believing.

Monday's obviously a bastard, quite literally as dad can't remember what or who he was doing. Tuesday's temperamental but ok as long as you stay on her good side. Wednesday doesnt say much and Thursday sometimes hums just to break the silence. They're in love. Friday's always wasted and she and Saturday hold each other tightly until their delirium fades.

But Sunday, Sunday knows she's the end. But she closes her eyes, and she pretends with all her strength in her tiny heart that really, she's the dawn.