Dawn Dream

NaPoWriMo – Day 12

Dawn dream,

Hallways, doors, some guy I crushed on vanished.

Where is he? Behind door number one, door number two,

door number three—oh, there’s Mom wagging

her finger. “Live here if you want to live

in sin.” I shudder. Dead seven years, yet

she’s still scolding.

 

I lean over wall, scan the massive intertwined

staircases for a top or bottom step. Groggy headed,

yank myself from sleep, from the realm

of disorientation. Snooze button’s been blaring

for an hour.

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