The Battle

And inevitably, it dawned upon me that my enemy was close. I could feel it, the breathing down my neck, absolute and inevitable.
I look up and there it was, the monstrosity, staring me in the face. And in a fit of rage I pounced, only to get a response matching, and perhaps surpassing my own vigour.
We wrestle, like mad, rabid dogs, like we were battling for the first time, and the truth could not be further. We fought, and fought and we fought some more, and then it was all over.
I got up, dusted myself and walked away, ready and perhaps a little bit wiser for the next time.

Monday had been dealt with.