Like a butterfly’s wings,
my eyes flutter,
then open
I was ripped
from my subconscious fantasy
by none other
than the BEEEEP of my alarm
In a daze,
I get ready
I eat something I don’t taste,
for it is far too early
for my taste buds to be awake
I step outside
then check to make sure
my eyes aren’t closed
They aren’t,
but I thought they were
because of the
pitch
black
darkness
I savor
the walk to the bus stop
The whole world is asleep
except for me
it seems
I get there
just in time
and board
I lower my window
and my hair
dances in time to the wind
How can it be so awake
so early in the morning?
I listen to music
as we roll along
A playlist of life
the perfect mix of calm
and not
I see waterfall of stars,
cars with their headlights,
driving down the highway,
and I imagine the stories
of those inside
Yes, others board our bus,
but I am still alone
Alone, but not lonely
in my own little bubble
of serenity
Eventually,
the star
of the show,
the sun,
arrives
A little tired,
but still smiling
bright
and happy
and beautiful
as always
Climbing
up, up, up,
illuminating
the world
When the journey is over,
we arrive at or destination,
school,
and I am more awake
than I was
I am content,
for I feel I have experienced
a secret
that no one else has
I am ready to face the day