By laurel ahlfeld
Date: 12 February 2001
5:30 AM
The alarm clock screams its way into the silence of 5:30 AM. My heavy eyelids have increasingly become a burden to everyday life. This morning the weight they bear makes the task of waking up even more unbearable than the days before. A sleepless night haunts my mind as the pulsing tones of the alarm finally depart from the air. I rub my eyes and clear them of sleepy dust, consequently realizing the skin I've touched is far too young for the soul within. Sluggishly, I attempt opening my tired eyes. The world seems so hazy through my glazed over state of mind. As if someone was turning a lense, the world starts coming into focus. All life outside my window is wrapped in a blanket of fog. Nothing but the dim street lights appear to be in existence. The digital clock changes to 5:31. I look inside my heart and find even the thickest morning haze can't hide the fact that you are no longer inside me.
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