Rubbing the eyes
After slamming the clock
Stretching in bed
With a long groan
Loud enough
To sound-like a camel
Walking to the bathroom
Adjusting eyes to the light
Barely see
Quietly walking around
Not wanting to wake one
Tiptoeing around the weak floor boards
And not flushing the toilet
Forgetting to brush teeth
Rushing to the bus stop
In the pouring rain
With no rain coat
But no chance to run back
The bus screeches from the brakes
And splashes the person aside from the puddle
She was me
What could go worse
I walk onto the bus,
Find a seat by the window
With cold feet and wet pants
Sitting on brownie crumbs
From someone's snack yesterday
Arriving to school
Falling down the bus steps
People looking at me
No one offering help
Walking to first class of the day
I decide sleeping would be the best
Nothing could be better
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