Moving, Shaking.

I'm awake.

And I can say it's not picture-perfect.

I'm not happy-sleepy with a cup of steaming tea sitting in the back lawn mist,

Watching ducks fly overhead.

I can't claim I don't want that.

I can claim that I'm sleepy and irritable,

And I have no tea to speak of,

And it isn't a misty morn.

I can't claim that someone's here,

Someone kind and awesome and also sleepy.

I can claim three children all hyper and screaming.

Who will be here most of the day.

I can claim this leg cramp is making it painful to walk

And the egg recall is making me worried about cooking breakfast...

And I had a bad dream.

It started out lovely,

Of course, with the crazies,

At the mall.

Which will come true.

But then there was a giant crunchy spider and I was at home.

But then I wasn't.

There was a storm

And I was at my grandmother's.

And we happened to be talking about the guy I'm fawning over.

And then the guidance counselor went *poof*

and showed up.

And threatened to get him into a lot of trouble.

And that's truly the last thing I want.

He can't get in trouble on my account.

I won't have that.

But nothing's happened between us,

So there's nothing to cause trouble,

As far as I am concerned.

I hope the troublesome dream-parts don't come true.

I hope for today to go swiftly.

Tomorrow to go well.

And Wednesday to never come around.

For I'll break down and cry and be a nervous wreck

Because it's high school,

And that's just what I have to do.