Written by Alli Ham
I wake up to see the sunrising enhanced by the purple and pink ombre surrounding it.
I wake up to a pitch black sky with barely a moon shining.
I wake up to the sound of birds chirping and the bacon frying on the pan.
I wake up to a still silence because no one’s around to greet me.
I wake up to a perfect american breakfast right on the table when I come down.
I wake up to an empty fridge and my stomach rumbling.
I wake up to parents who love me, waiting for me patiently.
I wake up to spider webs and rats.
I wake up to a Tesla sitting in my newly painted garage.
I wake up to a dusty pair of shoes sitting on the bench that I sleep on.
Where I live there are no mistakes, no sadness, no disappointment.
Where I live there is no happiness, no love, no hope.