Dreams, love, and a whole lot of Mondays

Cody and Megan had grown up on the wide, flat plains of Oklahoma, where the horizon stretched endlessly, much like their dreams. High school sweethearts since sophomore year, they spent countless summer evenings under the stars, dreaming of a life far beyond their small town. Cody strummed his guitar, picking out melodies that seemed to flow from his soul, while Megan’s sweet, twangy voice filled the air, as natural as the Oklahoma wind.

When they decided to move to New York City to chase their dreams in the music business, everyone said they were crazy. But they didn’t care. They packed up Cody’s beat-up truck, kissed their families goodbye, and set off toward the bright lights of the city that never sleeps.

The first few months in New York were a whirlwind of open mic nights, cheap gigs in dive bars, and endless rejection. Cody wrote song after song, pouring his heart into every chord, while Megan’s voice—so pure and rich it could make even the most hardened New Yorker stop in their tracks—echoed through smoky rooms and subway platforms. But no matter how hard they tried, the big break always seemed just out of reach.

Money was tight. Cody worked as a bike messenger during the day, dodging traffic and car horns while rushing packages across the city. Megan took shifts waiting tables at a diner in Brooklyn, her feet aching from the long hours and low tips. Nights were spent rehearsing or gigging at small venues that barely covered their rent. The pressure weighed on them like the heavy heat of a southern summer.

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The fights started small—who was supposed to take the trash out, who left the dishes in the sink—but soon grew into something more. Cody was frustrated that his songwriting wasn’t landing the way he hoped, while Megan felt trapped in a job she hated, singing for strangers who barely looked up from their phones. Sometimes they argued about whether they should just go back home, where life was simpler.

“I’m working as hard as I can, Meg,” Cody snapped one night, his voice raw from the strain of the day. “This city… it’s just chewing us up.”

“I know you are, but we can’t keep doing this!” Megan shot back, tears welling up in her eyes. “We barely talk anymore. It’s all work, no life. What happened to us?”

For a moment, it seemed like the weight of the world was going to crush them. But then, in the silence after the fight, Cody took a deep breath, sat down on the worn couch, and looked at Megan. She stood there, arms crossed, her face flushed from the argument, but he could still see the girl he fell in love with under the Oklahoma sky. The girl who believed in him, in them.

“Meg, what if… what if we just blame it all on Monday?” Cody said softly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

She blinked, confused. “What?”

“Monday. The start of the week, the stress, all the junk that piles up. It’s not us. It’s Monday. It’s always Monday,” he said, chuckling a little. “But this… us… this is stronger than all that.”

Megan’s lips curved into a smile, and she laughed—a sweet, warm sound that reminded Cody why he’d followed her all the way to this city in the first place. “You’re ridiculous,” she said, shaking her head, but the tension had broken.

From that night on, every time things got tough, they’d roll their eyes, laugh, and say, “It’s just Monday again.” And somehow, that silly little phrase became their secret weapon. It reminded them that the stress and the struggles were temporary, but what they had—each other—was not.

Months passed, and though life didn’t magically get easier, they found their rhythm. Cody’s music got tighter, sharper, and soon they started getting noticed. Megan’s voice became the heartbeat of their songs, and together, they turned the daily grind into melodies and lyrics that told the story of their struggle, their love, and their relentless hope.

One night, after a particularly well-received show at a local club, Megan wrapped her arms around Cody’s neck and whispered, “I don’t care how many Mondays we have to fight through. As long as it’s with you.”

Cody grinned, pulling her close. “We’ll make it, Meg. We always do.”

And they did. Through the ups and downs, through the fights and the fears, they held on. Their love, like a strong Oklahoma wind, could weather any storm—even the ones that came every Monday.

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