I wake up.
My senses are assaulted.
I hear the clink of dishes
coming from downstairs.
Birds
singing out their greetings to each other,
the chatter of my mother on the phone,
the click of a keyboard.
I see an ocean-blue
Light streaming through my translucent curtains,
And the striped wall, alternating white, and both light and dark blue.
Heaps of clothes, pillows, and maybe even a blanket
on the floor.
I smell something cooking downstairs,
something delicious
that my mom is brewing up.
I smell the air
that pulses downward from my fan.
I feel the texture of my blanket
and my pajamas, and the bed comforts me.
I feel the soft air coming from my ceiling fan.
I taste the air.
Clear and fresh (although probably not),
And I realize that
Life's worth living.