Tritorian

I remember telling my mom that I wasn''t asleepthat I was preparing myself for the day to come.Those ten extra precious minutes that I tookthinking that it would help me cope with thedreadful first day of the week known simplyas Monday. Little did I know an extra hourwouldn''t have helped me cope with what I wasabout to experience . . . .I remember the day perfectly seeing as how it wasonly two years ago today that my life changed.That I truly realized the evils the world had instore for the unsuspecting people of the land.