1.30

 

As I pace around the kitchen I glance up at the clock,

 

1.30

 

If I were in school, I would be pulling on my boots while arguing with Jonah, tying the laces as slow as I could as to not be outside in the freezing winter air too quick.

 

If I were in school, but I am sick.

 

Not sick, I remind myself, It’s the holiday,

 

but my mind does not believe me for I am a liar

 

It is the holiday.

 

It is not always the holiday.

 

I wish I wasn’t sick.

 

1.37

 

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