Why Weekend fly

A day where you try to pull something out of nothing,
A day as same as an oasis to a nomad in a desert to a tired soul,
A day where time chases you like a bond girl,
A day which fly like a missile of which you are not sure why
A day where a soul oozes with exuberance
A day you do not want to think of your workplace
do I feel the same on a weekday?
Is this the reason my weekend drifts away from me like a villain separating heroine from hero?
what if I had a day in between Saturday and Sunday
do I feel the same even then?
In between this nonsense, a sigh of relief even Saturday fly,
Come tomorrow it is my Sunday,
Closing my eye in the serenity of sky!!!