Watching the sun rise, snapping open tired eyes
Coffee brewing, crackling sounds filling the orange kitchen.
Brother is pacing, mom is asleep on the couch.
I am running late, getting dressed as I pack things tight.
Watching the sunrise, out my window, the old willow is becoming more defined, the backdrop coming into play.
Pleasantly distracted, couldn’t have it any other way.
I want to sleep.
I want to dream but that sunrise, props open my eyes.
Sipping coffee, staring fixedly watching the world shift before me.
I knew it then.
I was meant to see this.