The Day I was Late

“I rolled over in my bed, finding myself tangled up in bedsheets…”, alarm clock blaring that same annoying sound it always does. I look up from my torn apart bed to see the clock reads 7:54 am. I rush up the stairs putting on clothes every other step, holding my Backpack in one hand and a bundle of clothes in the other.
I walked into the living room just to realize no one was around, none of the usual sibling banter or the smell of breakfast being cooked in the kitchen. I finish getting ready and grab a snack from the pantry. I go over to the window and look outside, no cars are in the driveway. I peep into each of my family members' bedrooms just to confirm my assumption, everyone was gone.
I was all alone, a king with a castle to himself, this was wonderful. Until I realized I had to find a way to get to school quickly. School is too far to walk, I needed someone to drive me, but who? I looked all through my contacts seeing who I could call for a favor. Not one of the people I called picked up. I was freaking out. I was already missing my first period class. This day was starting to become a nightmare.
As I sit there in my living room I realize no one is coming. No one was going to be there to bail me out or come to my aid. All on my own I begin to sob. Missing school isn't a big deal but the fact that everyone had left me. No one woke me up to make sure I got to school, No one made sure I would have a ride in place if they were to leave without me. It was almost as though my family forgot I existed. I was alone, without the comfort of people I hold dear to my heart. All these thoughts in my head at once I started to break down. My school dilemma brought out a fear I did not know I had. The fear of being alone, of being forgotten.
“I rolled over in my bed, finding myself tangled up in bedsheets …”, I woke up. It's 6:30 am the same time I wake up every morning. I walk up the stairs to see my mom sitting on the couch drinking her morning coffee and watching TV. She smiles and says “good morning honey, how did you sleep?” To which I respond “fine, although I feel like I've just been hit by a bus, as if I've been upset or sad.” I walk to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a shower. I take a glance up at the mirror as I brush my teeth and realize my cheeks are red and my eyes are crusty and dried. I must have had a bad dream. That's okay, whenever I have nightmares or if anything ever goes wrong I have my mom and my family to comfort me. The feeling of having people I can depend on is something I hope to never lose.