Morning
The bird at the window is not there this morning.
I hope the storm did not scare it away.
I was going to wear my flannel but decide against it
Everyone in this town thinks they look original in it
My mother made oatmeal and I pick out the raisins, but add extra brown sugar
Afternoon
I meet my best friend at the junk yard
We have known each other since we were two
We are looking for an old bicycle so I do not have to pester my bother for rides anymore
She thinks I do not notice she has been crying that morning
We find a yellow one and she tells me the cheeriness of it matches my face
Evening
I say good bye to my best friend, I have learned not to ask about her tears anymore
I know why, but we do not discuss it
My dad is pulling out weeds that never seem to stop growing
I show him my new bicycle
I kneel next to him and help him with the stubborn plants
Night
It is not storming tonight
My sister comes into my room with a book she wants me to read to her
We start exploring far off lands
When it is finished I tell her goodnight
I settle deep within my covers and let the moonlight flood over my freckled face.