Would be excited ‘cause it’s the last day of
the school week but, there is no school, not anymore.
I sleep in till 9 ‘cause I don’t need to wake up early,
but still knowing that I needed to do piano,
brush my teeth, comb my hair, and so on.
I yawn and see my brother is not
on his bed as usual,
And hear my dad in
a call as usual.
I flop of my bed, stumble
down the stairs, shiver when my
feet touch the cold wooden floor,
And plop down on a chair.
So, it’s a summer friday.