By Kendra Feder, Sixth grade student, Mill Pond School, Westborough
The girl wakes up with to the warm feeling of the sun on her face.
The sun bursting her eyes open into a squint-
She breathes in roughly and lets it out gently…….
She wants to hibernate more than a bear.
She looks into the sky
and sees…
grey clouds
Marching their way over her land and conquering it
with bombs of rain
as she puts on her slippers.
Just another day, she says.
The girl stands up fighting the urge to fight with the clouds in her bed.
The sun is fading away as the army of clouds crosses her way.
She makes herself carry her ambition
like a camel
carrying a bag of tools
on a hot desert day.
She holds back
her temptation
to walk back to her bed
and nap
more than a
bear in hibernation.
She remembers the day before
Just another day, she says.
The girl takes a sip of water
Pushing down the feeling that makes her sleepy.
– Not knowing what will come-
Just another day, she says.
The girl looks at her phone
Full of fake news and articles
Nothing different!
Just another day, she says.
She gets in her car and heads to work.
She pushes on the squeaky pedal that makes the same sound every day.
It sounds like a baby bird singing its first song.
She heads to the coffee shop with her computer and starts working.
Just another day, she says.
A week after the girl’s routine begins to drift off,
The girl stopped going to the coffee shop.
The girl stopped having to hear the everyday sounds of her squeaky pedal.
The girl stopped waking up early to the sight of the sun hitting her eyes.
The girl’s dreams of her days changing.
The girl’s dreams of not going to work.
The girl just realized she was dreaming wrong.
This was just another day she says, In quarantine.
