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,

Too soon,

I close the door,

Returning to reality.

Hannah Miller