I had this dream the other night that some object in outer space had been reflecting radiation onto certain people: just dissolving them painlessly into light.

No more promises to go to bed earlier

No more making up meaning for the mess on the floor,

No more pages all across my desk.

No more of the big clothes to hide what I don't have. 

past the burning day,

at bedtime when I shrug off sleep,

When I've got school the next morning, and I shouldn't be here,