With the click of the lightswitch,
Immediate darkness surrounds my room.
I slither beneath my covers,
Under the security and warmth of
My fragrant quilt.
Reflections of my day enter my mind;
A waft of Indian summer today,
Soon to be dissolved by a blanket of snow.
Shadows in my room keep me company,
With the help of the dim hall light.
The familiar faint sounds of
delicately pelting shower water
The hum of the clothes dryer,
As their echo softly bounces
Off the walls in my room.
Sinking, drifting, falling
deeper into a slumber,
I flinch suddenly as my alarm buzzes,
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.