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My Day In
I wake up to the sound of an alarm.
I hit the snooze and miss,
I carelessly throw my arm near the alarm,
And the bedside lamp falls.
This is not my day.
It's 6 o'clock in the morning,
And I throw some casual clothes on.
I'm getting ready for school,
I cough into my arm.
I think I'm sick.
My mom checks my temperature,
'One-hundred point three'.
I hack up a lung,
And go back to bed.
This is not my day.
When I wake up,
The comforter is snuggled around me,
Breakfast is on a tray table,
Next to my bed.
Things are looking up.
A warm cup of vanilla chai,
Sets on the table.
A cold bowl of vanilla ice cream,
Sets next to it.
I think I like being sick.
I sit up in my bed,
Mom is gone.
She left a note,
"Be back later."
I sigh and sleep a little more.
This day is boring,
I'd rather be at school.
Ignored at lunch,
And bored in academics.
I hate being sick.
I'm feeling better,
I go downstairs.
I flick on the T.V.
I sigh.
Day time television sucks.
Later my mom comes home,
She brought me lunch.
I refuse to eat,
The disgustingly greasy food.
McDonald's is terrible.
I make myself some soup,
And sit in my room.
Bach plays over my little I-Home.
I quietly read my book.
I like peace and quiet.
The doorbell rings.
My father is home from work,
He forgot his keys again.
I shake my head.
I wish he could remember.
Tonight we're having Chinese,
I eagerly oblige.
I set down my chopsticks,
And go to sleep some more.
Today wasn't so bad after all.
I wake up to the sound of an alarm.
I hit the snooze and miss,
I carelessly throw my arm near the alarm,
And the bedside lamp falls.
This is not my day.
It's 6 o'clock in the morning,
And I throw some casual clothes on.
I'm getting ready for school,
I cough into my arm.
I think I'm sick.
My mom checks my temperature,
'One-hundred point three'.
I hack up a lung,
And go back to bed.
This is not my day.
When I wake up,
The comforter is snuggled around me,
Breakfast is on a tray table,
Next to my bed.
Things are looking up.
A warm cup of vanilla chai,
Sets on the table.
A cold bowl of vanilla ice cream,
Sets next to it.
I think I like being sick.
I sit up in my bed,
Mom is gone.
She left a note,
"Be back later."
I sigh and sleep a little more.
This day is boring,
I'd rather be at school.
Ignored at lunch,
And bored in academics.
I hate being sick.
I'm feeling better,
I go downstairs.
I flick on the T.V.
I sigh.
Day time television sucks.
Later my mom comes home,
She brought me lunch.
I refuse to eat,
The disgustingly greasy food.
McDonald's is terrible.
I make myself some soup,
And sit in my room.
Bach plays over my little I-Home.
I quietly read my book.
I like peace and quiet.
The doorbell rings.
My father is home from work,
He forgot his keys again.
I shake my head.
I wish he could remember.
Tonight we're having Chinese,
I eagerly oblige.
I set down my chopsticks,
And go to sleep some more.
Today wasn't so bad after all.
Ugh, days in drive me crazy....
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