"The Children of Time
"January has issues with her mother, February is always talking 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 always has an opinion on everything. August never stops trying do the right thing, even if he doesn't always know what that is. September once saw something so sad, she never stopped crying. October holds the lift for anyone, vice-presidents and street-sweepers alike (for his memory, not for theirs) and November makes fun of him for this. December is tired but always hopeful. He has never once 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 doesn't 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 the strength in her tiny heart that really, she's the dawn."
I bring it up because, well, a) It's wonderful and b) because that's how I think of all the numbers and the letters, and if I really thought about it, the seasons too.
For example: with numbers, I've always done this. I don't where it stemmed from; maybe the addition and subtraction we had to do in math prompted some of the chracteristics. I don't know. But in my head, 1 is like the baby; he runs around and tries to be friends with 2 and 3. 2 looks on him kind of fondly, treats him like a baby brother; 3 doesn't like having him around. 2 and 3 are pretty good friends, but 2 and 4 are like sisters, which makes 3 jealous, because he wishes he had the type of bond with 4 that 2 does. Still, he hangs around with 2, and generally they get along. 4 likes the younger kids, but she really wants to be friends with 5; unfortunately, she usually just gets grouped with the younger ones instead of the older ones, even though she's pretty mature for her age. 5 and 6 are really good friends, though sometimes 6 will hang out with 7. Not often though, because 7's a really meanie; even 8's afraid of her. The only ones who can keep her under control are 9 and 10. 10's usually too busy with the older numbers, so it's almost always 9 who tells 7 to cut it out. 9 also hangs out with 10 a lot though, and sometimes he doesn't keep 7 in check, and then she runs all over. Sometimes she'll listen to 6; at the very least, she never picks on her. 5 and 8 are different stories; she just doesn't like 5, and she stomps all over 8 when he tries to stop her.
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