“Ding…ding…ding!” The alarm blares into my ears.

I don’t feel awake, and the world doesn’t either.

Despite my exhaustion,

I am eager.

Lured out of the house by the cool, stuffy air,

I didn’t seem to care. 

My hand goes cold from the moist morning dew,

as I grasp the car door handle,

knowing what I must do.

The jingle of the keys sounds like twinkling stars. 

The engine begins to grumble like it wants to go far. 

Looking in the rearview mirror,

I saw the silhouette of the tiny town.

The grainy gravel crunches, 

as the suspension springs up and down.

I roll down the window to smell the new, fresh air. 

The car plows through muted green fields, 

and accelerating makes the stalks tear.

Sitting on the roof of my car, I see what is out afar.

Roaming around feels like play. 

I’ll never stop driving up, up, and away.