I sit at my desk, pencil in hand while a growing
Collection of empty coffee cups lay scattered on my desk
Looking down at my piece of notebook paper that was
Once a crisp white but now has coffee and neon orange cheesy powder on the corners
I try to think of a good story
Tick tock tick tock
The mahogany grandfather clock reads 3:00 am
Four more hours till school starts
There once was a…
Wait that’s not right
Eraser shavings fly while ear buds get jammed into ears
The singer’s wail about being sorry and how he that he would not live
Provides me with no muse
Tick tock tick tock
The clock reads 5:00 am
Why can’t I come up with anything
I can’t think of anything I scribble a dozen times while laying my head down
Who am I kidding. I’m no Charles Dickens or Jane Austen
Hell I’m not even a Stephanie Meyer
Tick tock tick tock
The clock reads 5:30 am
I close my eyes and picture myself showing u up to class without my assignment
Ready to accept an F
Tick tock tick tock
The clock reads 6:15
I think I got an idea