Friday at 2:00

The feeling when I walk home

on a Friday at 2:00. 

The bag heavy on my back but the

shoes are thrown as far as they can once I get inside.

The feeling when I collapse on my bed and really 

breathe for the first time in a week.

One more week crushed in my hand. A tiptoe closer to graduation.

5 days in exchange for that Friday at 2:00.

When I can think about something else

other than my head on the wall of my physics class.

The feeling when my dogs are jumping at my feet.

The next 63 hours


Sending me out of bed on a Monday at 5:00 is that

Friday at 2:00. 

A few more steps. And a few more days.

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