These sentences are from my never-ending draft of Acelet's story. (Acelet was a character in Illuminations of the Heart, in case you haven't read it.)
Monday: Though everything within Acelet recoiled from serving the harsh Duke Richard, he could not bring himself to part with the first rewards he had ever received for his music.
Tuesday: The familiarity he welcomed from Folcaut and Jaufres always irritated him from Bricot.
Wednesday: Acelet bit his tongue on calling Bricot exactly what he was, an extravagant jongleur, a very large step down from the class of refined musicians Acelet sought to join.
Thursday: Acelet became aware of how the sun was inching across the sky while they stood arguing in the road.
Saturday: Acelet reflected longingly on the vision.