Ana At Her Finest

2/8/16 I look at the clock, 5:44A.M., Why am I still awake? I check the date, February 8th. It’s my little sister’s birthday, I shoot her a text full of many words to say, And if she lived where I lived I would’ve made her a cake. I want to check the clock again but instead I watch tv. George Lopez is on, Him and his mom still aren’t getting along. I look to the left of me at the sleeping body lying next to me, Him and I will forever be stuck on repeat, We both fell way too deep, And I still can’t shake the feeling I get when our eyes meet. I have to be up for work in less than an hour, Anxiety is renowned for exceeding its power. 6:07A.M., Not too much longer before I have to get dressed, But instead I decided to write about all I’ve suppressed. 6:27A.M. It’s time to start getting ready, Yet I’m NOT ready. I don’t know why I was still awake this morning, Or how I’m even still awake now, Thank you Anxiety you can now take your awaited bow.