i wake up to the tranquil scene of my preschool the amber hue fills the room as i lie beneath the ceiling, unmoving under the sunlight i stretch my tiny body and listen to the cries of cicadas; hoping that this dream would never end- or better yet, never be a dream

and so, my teacher steps through the doorway, smiling as she sees me seemingly taking a nap on the floor there was nothing else for me, but simply be

so heed me, and rest in our stead; when the bell hasn't yet chimed, where the sun lies still on the horizon for you will grow, and you won't grow that is where you will find me