Monday Mornings
Tired
I try to sleep
but the teacher keeps talking
my eyes droop
and I drift
for just a second
there's peace
For just a second
Then I'm jarred awake
"Shhhhh" I whisper
I need quiet
No, I need to focus
My head is hot
But my chest is cold
I throw back a shot of espresso
Like medicine
another chug
like window cleaner
I finnish the cup
like cocaine
I grab my pencil
Then drop it
Then grab it again
I tap it against my desk
faster and faster
tap, tap, tap
tap...
the teacher glares at me
I drop the pencil
focus.
focus, focus
focus
my heart is beating
beating
beating
too fast
My face sweats
and my hands shake
I need to go
I need to move
I need to run
Someone laughs
I can't help but think
that they might be able
to hear me think
"damn mind readers" I whisper
The teacher raises an eyebrow
I shrug
frantically
Focus, focus
focus, focus
focus
I jump to my feet
I need to escape
I sit back down.
I don't remember
do I have to ask to go?
do I need a bathroom pass?
I stand up again
Better to ask forgiveness than permission
I make my escape
quick smooth steps
"act nonchalant"
I reach for the door handle
freedom at last
I let out a sigh of victory
and the bell rings