Untitled Poem Sevie Griswold A boy sits in class, bored. He’s finished his work. The classroom looks familiar. But he doesn't know where from. Now he watches his classmates. His friends smile at him. Or they would but they all have on masks. The annoying people, he can't stand being around them. Then he glances at the girl he likes. She looks up just in time to see him look away. He looks down and begins to worry Oh no could she have seen me. Then she walks up to him and talks to him. He can't believe it, it seems so unreal… Hold on something isn't right He looks around and begins to understand. The bricks on the wall line up perfectly The tile on the floor has no cracks The desks...they have no marks. He slumps back in his chair as things begin to unravel and disappear from his world. He watches as she vanishes with everything else. A slight beeping becomes louder till it's almost unbearable.
Then he wakes up That dream seemed so realistic Yet so unreal it couldn't have been true. He slams his alarm clock why is it set to 3 am. He lays down as sleep takes him over He drifts into a dreamy state. Does this classroom look familiar? He finished his work...now what.
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