Part 5

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
I slammed my hand down on my alarm clock, shutting it up.


Groan.
Ugh.
It was Monday.
Worse.
It was Monday morning.

Slowly and awkwardly, I stumbled out of bed.
I shivered as I reached out to grasp my beloved bathrobe.
It comforted me, it was my friend.
It was there for all of the times when I got sick; and there in my times of need. Cuddling me close, when it felt like no one else could.
It held memories: San Diego, Beijing, Honolulu, Ontario, Tokyo, Paris, Jamaica, and now boring old Elyria.

BANG
A scarlet bird flew into my window again. As it fell it quickly recovered and lifted itself to safety before plummeting into the moist August ground.

I glanced at the clock: 6:02 AM. It glared at me. Its bright blue, florescent light, taunting me.

I made my way downstairs. I grabbed a bowl out from the cabinet, a spoon from the drawer, milk from the fridge, and the Lucky Charms off of the countertop.

CHEW CHEW
SWALLOW
SLURP
SWALLOW
repeat

Putting the milk-rimmed bowl into the sink, I peered out of the window.
Waiting.
Whatever I was looking for, I couldn't find. My eyes traced over a large oak tree. Never leaving a certain branch. It was swarmed with large emerald leaves. Sunlight peaked its way through, slowly emerging. As the wind blew, the leaves burst into a dance that somehow spoke: "Good morning."
A good morning, it was.

I walked into school, tripped over the threshold, and as I went forward, I felt someone's hold on me. A hand pulling at my wrist.