Eyes shut tight but the aspirations of my future shine bright through my naïve eyelids,
The pile of books tower over me like the fairy tale castle I once dreamed of,
My growing bones shake as the anxiety of my future strikes me like a bolt of vicious lightening,
The clock ticks; singing a melancholy melody,
A distinct knock jolts me from my imaginative state,
I open the door,
I close the door,
Returning to reality.