Meghan Buschini // 5:30 AM

I slowly open my tired eyes.

The faintest glow of light slices through the darkness

in the dead silent room.

Carefully, I creep down the ladder,

cringing at every creak,

in fear of waking my sleeping sister.

 

Sneakers on, headphones in.

I slide the door open and step out

into the cool summer morning.

The sky is painted with soft oranges,

and sweet pinks.

The sun illuminates cotton candy clouds,

debating on whether or not it should shine today.

 

My sneakers pound against the dark sand

as my heart pounds louder in my chest.

6:00 AM.

I slow to a walk,

inhaling the salty air and exhaling my exhaustion.

 

What a spectacle the world is,

so early in the morning.

 

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