My eyes are blanketed by a black veil that hangs in the air
I imagine the smell of coffee
Iced and tucked away behind the milk in the fridge
I’ll scrawl the answers to my calculus problems
Teasing out the answer onto my whispery paper.
I’ll run on a path carved by bowing trees
Crunching leaves and gravel
My eyes on the metamorphosis in the foliage
I curl my toes.
In five minutes I’ll get up,
So I can greet the day,
and enjoy these moments.