Early
Running outside in pajamas.
But they can’t tell.
I could climb a tree, and climb, and climb.
But then I’ll fall and die.
And I hate dying.
No one is making breakfast.
It’s too early for them.
Not me though.
I don’t cook, though, I just do what makes me happy.
Being by the sun that rises.
My eyes are closed but I can feel it.
My mom always tells me to take my meds.
But she’s asleep now haha!
My backyard is tingly on my back.
Lying on the grass is like that.
If someone sees me…
They might think I died.
But everyone is too sleepy to care.
I work at 8:00 am.
That’s why I’m a little tired today.
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