Escape from Planet Monday

Escape from Planet Monday

A Hilarious Journey Through the Worst Day of the Week

Max had never believed in parallel universes or weird sci-fi stuff. But when he woke up under a sky that looked exactly like the color of overbrewed, slightly burnt coffee, he had to reconsider.

“Welcome to Planet Monday,” a robotic voice announced as he looked around, bewildered. The buildings were shaped like alarm clocks, their hands frozen at 8:00 AM. The sidewalks felt sticky, as if covered in an invisible layer of gum. Somewhere, a chorus of groans echoed, like the world was collectively sighing.

Max pinched himself. “This has to be a dream.”

But it wasn’t.

The Worst Day Ever — Literally

Max quickly realized that Planet Monday wasn’t just named after the dreadful first day of the workweek—it was Monday. And not just any Monday, but the worst Monday anyone could imagine.

Here, meetings lasted forever. The coffee was always cold and bitter. Emails multiplied like rabbits, and the clock hands spun backwards whenever you looked away. Even the plants in the park drooped like they hadn’t slept in years.

Max’s first attempt to leave was met with failure. The gate to what looked like freedom read: “Weekend This Way →”, but the arrow pointed endlessly in circles. It was like being stuck in a cosmic loop of endless early-morning blues.

Meetings, Meetings, and More Meetings

The first “obstacle” Max faced was a meeting. A never-ending, mind-numbing, soul-sucking meeting. A crowd of oddly identical creatures sat around a table, discussing the exact same thing—how terrible Mondays were.

“Let’s schedule another meeting to discuss why we hate meetings!” one said.

Max raised his hand. “Excuse me, how do I get out of here?”

They looked at him as if he had asked how to breathe underwater.

“You don’t,” the leader said. “This is Monday.”

Max sighed, realizing escape wouldn’t be simple.

Coffee that Betrays You

Next, Max decided he needed some fuel. He found a coffee stand, hoping for that magical jolt to get his brain working.

“Large, black coffee, please,” Max said eagerly.

The barista smiled a robotic smile and handed him a cup that looked suspiciously like brown dishwater.

Max took a sip and nearly spat it out. The coffee tasted like sadness mixed with despair—and maybe a hint of burnt toast.

“Is this coffee or punishment?” he muttered.

The barista shrugged. “All coffee here tastes like Monday.”

The Eternal Alarm Clock

Max noticed a giant clock tower in the distance. Curiosity got the better of him.

As he approached, the clock began to ring—not with a gentle chime, but with a deafening, ear-splitting alarm that would make even the most dedicated morning person cringe.

And just when he thought the noise would stop, it started again. And again.

Max covered his ears, but the sound seemed to get inside his head, drumming relentlessly.

“Seriously, who designed this torture device?” he yelled.

The Loop of Emails and To-Do Lists

Determined not to give up, Max pulled out a notebook to jot down a plan for escape. Immediately, it was filled with hundreds of to-do lists and emails. Some emails were from himself, reminding him of meetings he already missed, others demanding impossible deadlines.

Max threw the notebook on the ground in frustration. “I can’t even keep track of my escape plan because Monday keeps throwing more stuff at me!”

The Unexpected Ally: A Talking Goldfish

Just when Max was about to give in, a small, orange goldfish popped out of a puddle.

“Hey, you look like you need help,” said the goldfish, blowing bubbles.

Max blinked. “Did you just talk?”

“Yeah, I’m Larry. Been stuck here for ages. I escaped Earth’s Mondays by accident and got trapped. Want some advice?”

Max nodded eagerly.

“First,” Larry said, “you’ve got to stop treating Monday like the enemy. The moment you stop fighting it, the less sticky it gets. Find the fun where there should be none.”

Max wasn’t sure how to find fun in a place where clocks yelled and coffee tasted like sadness, but he decided to give it a shot.

Finding Joy in the Little Things

Max began looking around differently. Instead of groaning about the terrible coffee, he started pretending it was a potion that gave him secret powers—like the ability to survive endless meetings.

He laughed at the ridiculous meeting about meetings and even started dancing (badly) when the alarm clock rang, imagining it was a funky beat.

Even the emails seemed less scary when he imagined each one as a tiny paper airplane he could throw back.

Breaking the Cycle

One day, after Max laughed so hard he almost cried at a particularly absurd email, something incredible happened. The arrow on the “Weekend This Way” gate stopped spinning. The sticky sidewalks turned dry, and the coffee tasted… normal.

Max felt a breeze, fresh and sweet, brush his face. The robotic voice softened.

“Congratulations, Max. You’ve cracked the code.”

Back to Earth (and a New Perspective)

Max woke up, back in his own bed, sunlight streaming through the window. The nightmare—or adventure—of Planet Monday felt like a dream.

But something had changed. Mondays still weren’t his favorite, but they didn’t feel quite as bad.

Max realized that sometimes, the worst days don’t get better until you change how you see them.

And that, perhaps, was the true secret to escaping Planet Monday.