Facing the Day

A noise, maybe, or beam of light,

wakes me.  I stir in bed and slowly

remember the tasks ahead, peel

the covers off and sling my legs

over the edge.

The worries weigh on my eyelids

sitting in class after class.

The endless lectures adding to

the mountain of stress.

I escape to my room, slide

my comfy clothes on.  I sink

under the pile of blankets.  My face

reaches the soft pillow.  My spine

stretches, as I wait for the dreams
before the sleep seeps in.