I run up the driveway almost tripping, excuse my clumbsy self. i trun the handle to my front door and imeadietly take off my shoes. walking farther into the house i put my shoes on the shoe rack to the left of where i was standing. i stand for a moment relaxing as the backpack falls from my shoulders. i smell the air tinted with whaterver is cooking in the oven.
i race myself up the stairs to my room at the end of the hall. i giggle when i see the notepad on my vanity and short snippets of rymes fill mymind as i find a seat on the floor after i pick up the notepad. i grab the pen next to me as i start to scribble the lyrics of a new song waiting for the right moment to be sung. i smile to myself as i imagine violens and pianos playing the backround.
i start to hum my own lyrics as i get up from the floor. i twirl and swing my ars to my own make up beat. i jump and dance till the last lne rings through the air, now realizing i had started singing.
i suddenly feel tired and lightheaded and plop myself on my bed. i stare at the ceiling as i imagine starts and the moon.
"someday i will reach."
