I wake up on the other
side of the bed
with my alarm clock
pouncing
screaming
urging me to awake.
I look at the sun rising
over the cotton candy pink sky
that is covered by a swarm of
puffy white clouds
that I used to dream about
when I was a kid.
Then I
jump
leap
pounce
out of bed
realizing what day it is.
I search for my
favorite pair of jeans
and my favorite shirt
and denim jacket
which is
a little faded
and frayed
but I still love it
anyways.
I hurry
to get dressed
to brush my teeth
to glide downstairs
to eat breakfast
and to finally
get into the car.
In the car
I finally have time
to think
about
all the ways
my life will change
from this day
on.
Today is the
only day
I will feel
special
worthy
exceptional.
Today I will feel
extraordinary.
Comments
I love the descriptive metaphors, like Cotten candy sky. It give the poem a lot of depth and imagery.
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