Cold dark morning,
The alarm blares:
Time for school.
Teeth rattling, shivering under the blanket, I dress.
Not even a hot bowl of oatmeal warms me up.
A pair of comfy socks and two layers of clothes later,
I brace myself for the cold.
Icy from head to foot like Jack Frost,
I trudge to the corner,
Impatiently awaiting the warmth of the bus:
Warm like a hug,
Warm like the sun,
It melts the frost from my bones,
Puddles of lingering sleep and want for my bed
Trailing behind me.
With a sigh of relief,
I step on.