The morning passes as I watch the ceiling fan twirl above my head.It never ceases to surprise me how quiet it is, especially when cast against the hum of the city surrounding it.
I climb from the room of beds after hearing the alarm chime thrice, letting me know it's my turn to rise.
I have to do good today.
I have to make a difference; be brave.
Be an adult.
Oh, but I've done this before.
I've been waiting.
My stomach turns on itself with anticipation.
The happy butterflies within dance, yet are still clouded and caged with suspense.
When the clock strikes a quarter past 9, it will be my time.
It will be my time for life to begin.
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