Listen close to my embellished telling of the steps I take to trudge through my everyday life…
When the sun rises over the shadowed mountains, and bathes my home in a glorified light, I emerge from my slumber.
After I’ve adjusted back to reality and out of my hallucination of fantasies and dreams, I decide how I want to adorn my body with clothing and style. Shall I dress like royalty and sparkle, and stand out, amidst the crowd? Or shall I camouflage myself with dark shades to reflect my mood? Perhaps I should wear just the simplest clothes to hide within the river of students I swim through every day?
Once I’ve worked through these troubles of my mind, I visit my siblings, surveying them like a hawk. I make sure they’re obeying my mother’s regulations with efficiency and near excellence.
Subsequently, all the children in the house march upstairs to consume a breakfast that they pray is their heavenly cereal and not bland oatmeal. After satisfying our stomachs with food, we launch into our chores, while filling the air with sweet or chirpy songs.
The smiling sun is reaching for the blue sky when we file into our vehicle, thrusting backpacks into the trunk, calling our farewells to our cousins behind.
The ride to school is overflowing with lively chatter and resounding music blasting through speakers. People turn their heads towards the zooming car, and children tug on their mothers sleeves, all wishing wistfully that they could join in on the party.
My younger siblings retreat to their time of learning and playing, while my mother transports me to my own. We share farewells as I stroll off into the looming building full of unpredictable people and events.
Sometimes my time within the building of erratic messes is an adventure full of fun and challenges. I befriend students along the way, bringing them on my journey in this crazy center of learning called school. Unexpected gifts will occasionally appear, in the most unexpected shape or forms.
Although it is not always this enjoyable. Sometimes stormy clouds carpet the skies as the speechless teacher slides an extra exhausting assignment under my nose. Kids will get under my skin with their endless immature banter. And while I await my mother’s arrival to sweep me away from the looming school behind me, my eyelids droop as I fight the impending arms of sleep.
The walk home from the long day is spent strolling under the bathing sunlight, falling snow, pouring rain, or shadowing clouds. Whichever one ensues, I will accept it with a smile, allowing myself to slip into my own thoughts.
Whatever happens after school, is a mystery and adventure in itself. Every so often, we’ll be greeted with a friend for the night. Other times, I will have time to sink and vanish in my own avocations and entertainments.
Then of course, comes the hour of dinnertime and slumber. Slumber is one of my most anticipated hours of the day, where I am allowed to relax and sink back into my own fantasies, as the luminous orb in the sky streams it’s light through my window.
And hence, another day begins.
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