The Seat Beside Him

Submitted by Hannah on Mon, 01/17/2011 - 03:46

I get up wilst the earth still hides the life-giving sun.

It is ever so dark, to rise from my warm bed so early is truly not fun.

But I roll out to touch my feet against the freezing concrete that is my floor.

It is abominably chilly on my feet.

My toes curl, desperate to retain heat.

But I get up,  just to see him.

I know he will drive up to the mountains with us.

And so I wake while the earth is dim.

I get ready with excitement, I start to rush.

I do not wish to be late,

For mayhap today, he'll ask me on a date!

We get in the car and off we go

to pick him up from his home.

But my plan is upset,

by a little brother who I thump on the head.

He almost ruins my seating plan

for The Boy is to sit next to me.

But I save it by mine own hand,

and he sits next to me indeed.

And that was worth braving the morning chill.

So I sit next to him and when we go down the hill,

each laughing and talking and smiling

and I like to think that I was darling.....

And I am happy, and on the way back,

Once again I sit next to him.

Author's age when written
14
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