When morning calls
Crawling up to the top of my bed, the idea sets in, that I could do anything with this day. They say i just decide to waste it away. Do nothing but to lie around all day. But you must hear what I have to say.
My mind seems to drift off, ignoring the distant calls from my mother. Figuring I had forgotten to get up, my father knocks on my door and tells me to get up. At this point, I don't even remember my mother calling me, just a blip of my father at my door, but I believe it is all a part of a dream.
It's not as if I'm forgetting to-- at the time I had forgotten, but now it's as if the whole situation have been erased from my memory all together.
I had been trapped in a far away dream, I had been taken away to some place safe. Before I know it, it is 12 o'clock, and my parents have left. The punishment has been served, I have the house all to myself.
I am Alone.