Let my worried mind rock me to sleep, Unsettling and sickening, falling asleep at sea. An hour later I woke, wishing I had slept a day way. I wouldn't have minded the waste. Licked my lips and cracked my knuckles-- Little energy in my hands, In my mouth, a bad taste. Blew the night away. Woke up from a daze, momentarily forgetting it was Wednesday. Fell into the cantour of break-light traffic, Pressing hard on the gas, Angry to break-- Needing a break. Cussed at a red light, Cut-off a Honda; Not exactly, but close. Made it to school. Walked dizzy to and fro, felt like throwing back everything I'd taken in-- felt like swimming where my spit was. Found minor peace in harmonies, Frustrated by wrong rythms, wrong notes, wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong. At least he told me that he loved me. Trudged to math to meet my doom, was favored by a gift. Point 8-8. If He knew I was angry, He's certainly done his best to make up for it. Suddenly I can swollow without swollowing tears. Suddenly I can breathe again without feeling faint. Suddenly I can look straigt again and see what's really there. I've kept the greatest company today, kept occupied by the problems of Franny, the sarcasm of Zooey, the wit of Salinger. And while I still can't quite smile, At least now I feel some hope. And although I know this is just a phase, I'm closer to the closure of a period of sadness. And it's only third hour. Carrie