A morning sunset

Bright

Too bright

Too much light

For the first moments of awakening

The thump thump thump of my heart

Only disturbed by my alarm

I hit snooze, yet again

But something tells me to look out the window

Bright,

Still too bright,

But impossible to look away

From the

pink

yellow

blue

orange

life

all I can see is life in the sky

But I look away,

School waits for no one

Clothes put on, bag is packed,

Look out the window

Bright,

Still to bright,

But now all blue

The sunset of the morning only captured in the creases of my mind

Posted in response to the challenge Spring: Writing Contest.

picture of white horse in the snow with a barn in the background

bumblebea

VT

14 years old

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