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