Take my hand and drag me head first, fearless.

Fridays might just be the most magical days of the week. The grass seems to sparkle with dew and the soft hush of the wind gives you shivers. You wish with all your heart that your dreams will come true, and since there is something in the air today, it almost seems as if it most definitely will happen. Perhaps a sweet song comes on the radio and makes you feel high, and with the taste of pure life on your tongue you sing along at the top of your lungs. Or possibly the scent of paint and cafeteria food drifts in your nose and you roam the hallway of school in your socks and PJ pants, energized, and wild. Or maybe you flirt with someone you've never spoke to before, and secretly hope he likes you.
Yes, indeed. Friday is the most magical day of the week. No doubt in my mind.