An ordinary morning, just like every other.

The usual frigid floorboards beneath my feet.

The usual aching darkness crowding at my window.

The usual apathy swelling just below my heart.

An ordinary afternoon, just like yesterday's.

The usual angry faces full of juvenile hurt.

The usual crowded hallways; voices mouthing empty words.

The usual pangs of failure and regret.

An ordinary evening, just like the one before it.

The usual heavy footsteps...the sag in my shoulders.

The usual tongue that cleaves to my mouth.

The usual harrowed exhaustion.

An ordinary night, like all the others in my memory.

The usual insomnia and childhood fears.

The usual dreams (anxious and lonely, and barely remembered).

The usual hope that tomorrow will be better.