Sleepless Spring Break

It's much too early to think, much less be awake. Or even know your own name.

It's 6:00 a.m., and it is suppose to be spring break. With the soft sound of television turning on, it is the sign of another school day and work day for the household.

Talk of bank situations on CBS news gloomily slow bring my mind to thought, but it's too early to think. I try to go to sleep. It's no use.

Coming home use to consistent of just seeing my parents. But with a 17-year-old cousin and an eight-year-old nephew now moved in, it is a little different. They begin to get ready for an 8 a.m. start to their day.

Thoughts come to mind of habitual tardiness while in high school. While taking one of the few parking spaces left, I would walk to school wondering how showing up late had happened again.

I would tell myself that it wouldn't happen again. But it did. And I thought my 8:30 a.m. classes were early.

Fighting the thought, I try to go to sleep. However, the day is already in full effect. The brightness of lights pear into my room like an unwelcome guest. The sound of running water attempt to drown out the conversations in the hallway.

The distractions are soon forgotten.

But a question still lingers while failing back to sleep: Who thought it was a good idea to not match spring breaks within the state?

I wake up and put my glasses on to look at the clock, displaying 10:00 a.m. Well, at least I didn't have to go to school today.