the shrill whine of the alarm. i am waiting to be snatched into reality. the patterns around me are my time-space location. (my tee shirt has come undone.) bared legs escape and become aloof. this is where my day begins.

an apple. a banana. i drive down the road, wait until the good song ends and abandon the car in the parking lot. i loathe school: the perpetual drone, constant buzzing nothingness.

i feel awkward and completely out of place.
it makes me uncomfortable. (i wait until the day ends)
i llike to look out the window to pass the time...

as soon as i'm free, i catapult to safety. the sky is milky white. sometimes i rush home to fix a meal for myself. i eat looking out the window, imagining the people below are strange animals.