What Keeps Me Up At Night.

It’s not what wakes me up in the morning it’s what keeps me up at night.

Because I wake up and my first words are

“I’m going to take a nap later.”

Then I get home.

I set my bag down.

And I open my laptop.

I scoot closer to my desk

And I start on my homework.

My eyes wander to the red book.

The small writing book full of stories

of my creation and worlds I molded with

the stroke of my hand. Then I have to direct

my focus to the work that will free me from here.

Because when I leave I’ll be able to educate myself

on stories and structures and worlds that I want,

to live in. I will be able to learn about people

like me and about the magic that is story

Writing. So when I think about all that.

And the possibilities the future holds

for me. It isn’t very hard to stay up 

all night working on math and 

science when all I want to

do is English. So it’s not

what wakes me up in 

the morning… it’s 

what keeps me

up at night.

This lack of sleep will lead to freedom

and allow me to create the world I so desperately want to be a reality.

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