She sits inside a bus, music surrounding her
While she attempts to grasp further
How it is she made it to where she is.
For only 20mins ago
She lay sleeping in her bed
Alarms and calls not penetrating the barrier of her rest
Only an internal realization that rising would be best
Tumbling out of the embrace of the bed
Sleep falls haphazardly off her shoulders landing where it may
Panic and disorientation grapple for her attention like squabbling siblings
Yet some how she manages to be two steps ahead
She guides a familiar sweatshirt onto her body
Form fitting jeans soon follow
All the while she stays in motion, seeking her reflection
Once reached she battles each strand of her hair to play nice and allow her to conduct it.
Immense difficulty aside, she prevails and pushes her arms through the straps of her backpack.
Red converse in hand she calls out "Bye!" And bum rushes the door.
Luck joining her side, keeps the door from embracing her and the stairs from holding her ankles like a child with severe separation anxiety.
Once she reaches her destination, relief washes over her as she crosses a line of success. She climbs upon a yellow creature offering to give her safe passage to a place full of knowledge. She embarks without a second thought. But as the journey ends she realizes that 20 mins earlier wasn't a tragedy holding her day at gun point meant to bring tears to her eyes, but the beginning of an adventure bringing a pen to paper and writing a story meant to be cherished as her allotted time slips from her hand like grains of sand.
