The melody of Donnie Trumpet lifts me
out of my heavy, needed slumber,
I inhale the familiar scent of paper to realize
my textbook shielded my face from morning rays.
As my eyes adjust, the room becomes clear.
The fall air is light and crisp in my room
due to the slits between my windowsills.
To my left, pencil lead is smeared on my water cup
while numerous charging cords caress my bed.
My phone says 100 but my body feels at fifty.
Across the room are scattered papers with numbers,
molecules, calculations, and scribbled articles.
On the TV stand sits a GameCube controller,
white and clean unlike my blistered brown hands.
The bench slowly creaks as a gust of wind passes through.
Slowly, I dangle my legs over the mattress.
A light peach color scatters through the window
as soft hums of the second alarm break the morning silence.
Once my feet touch the frigid floor, I sit in my chair
and let the sounds of the computer fill the air.