I hear a familiar, annoying sound piercing my ears Interrupting my slumber It's the alarm As I struggle to open my eyes I attempt to read the time printed on the bright screen of my phone 7:00am it says
I let out a tired groan as I shut off my alarm and pry myself out of bed Exposing my skin to the cold air of my bedroom I slowly pace to the bathroom to get ready for the school day And when it’s time I step out into the hazy morning fog to catch my bus
It all seems like ancient history Now I struggle to wake up before noon And spend hours in my bed Scrolling through an endless feed of instagram posts Before I start the day when I should be eating lunch
I say this as I write this poem at 4 in the morning With plans to wake up at 1 in the afternoon It is as if I am living in Hawaii Standard Time And the bad part about living like this is I don’t know if I could ever go back to normal
How will I ever wake up at 7am again If that is now the time I am sleeping at?