This Monday Morning
I grew up on Ficlets. There, the writer inside me had a home. I'm a teacher now, and a 4th grader who reminds me so much of myself asked, "Why don't you share your writing with us?" So, I come tentatively, searching for a place to stretch my writing muscles again.
5:31 A.M.
My heart races, and I immediately chastise my brain into generating 5 things to be grateful for. The list is the same as last Monday morning. The sun rose. I get a chance to start over. I have a warm bed. There is food for breakfast. I am...
5:35 A.M.
I've drifted back toward sleep, and brain tumbles ideas, wrapping them up in a ball of anxiety. There are yellow rectangles stretching, pulsating, tying themselves up with the voices of my students. Chaos, and not the organized kind--not even in my mind.
5:57 A.M.
Three minutes before my second alarm goes off.
Three minutes before my life would have ended.
The moment it changes instead.
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I hope it changes.
Who has time for a second alarm??! :)