My eyelids are lily pads floating on top a lazy pond,
Morning brings soft pink dew drops,
Inhaling the fresh bitter smell to keep my sadness away,
My cup, warmer than sunlight peeping through pines boughs,
My mind stretches with a calm yawn. . a deep sigh,
Picturing baby fawns lying in an emerald ocean,
Hearing the chickadees, chipmunks, and chickens announcing a new day,
Soft covers are tucked under my chin,
 
My eyes open: Brick this. . brick that. .
There are many missing pieces, there’s layers of dust,
Pages spilling from a beat-up science binder,
Old coffee stains under my toes on the rug,
Bright orange textbook cover- a disturbing reminder,
The plastic cup colder than old Chinese food (which I ate for breakfast),
I set down from my hand,
And then I begin. . my morning as a college freshman.