Monday

The traffic whirls by as I slowly awaken to the noises of suburbia. I flex one foot at a time and slide the blankets away from my body. As I stretch I think about all the chores I will have to do today and how I want to get away from suburbia. Life whisks by so fast that you only get a subtle hint of nostalgia a taste of what has past. My tongue is sweet and bitter all at once as memories fall away. This morning I hear only what I want to hear—the alarms been ringing for hours. I’m sure my roommate has been up since it first went off. This is the day I leave it all; this is the day my memories here end.