Bright eyes open slowly.

A dimly lit room surrounding,

A sleepy teenager.

Who’d give anything for

Five. More. Minutes.

 

Out of bed she climbs.

She opens the blinds only to peer out into a tar colored landscape.

With each moment awake,

A storm of positivity and excitement brews.

She’s done getting ready early and waits

Five. More. Minutes.

 

She’s in the silver Nissan Sentra,

With her heart racing as she gets closer and closer.

All pulled into her spot by 6:40am,

She waits

Five. More. Minutes.

 

The glowing flame colored beauty rises.

Higher and higher it climbs above the school,

Dragging a painter’s pallet worth of colors with it through the sky.

Every day she wishes she could watch it for just

Five. More. Minutes.

 

She gets up every morning.

Before the rest of her family even wakes,

She already has her motivation for the day.

She will watch the sunrise before every school day of her senior year,

Until the very last day when she will watch it

For. The. Last. Five. Minutes.