words of me, myself, and i

waking up

waking up

this morning,

i woke up

to the sounds of my mother yelling,

"Danielle, are you up yet?"

i rubbed my eyes

and blinked twice.

i yelled back,

"i am now!"

my room was dimly lit,

seeing as my only window was covered by a blanket.

i woke up,

staring at my white, stained ceiling.

i remember the day

when i woke up

and couldn't see

a thing.

now, i wake up,

staring at the ceiling, a poster, or a dream catcher.

it really is quite a nice way to simply

wake up.