Tritorian

I remember telling my mom that I wasnât 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 wouldnât 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.