The One Where My Dreams Come True

A Poem by Clara O.

I am so freaking lost I look at this map and all I can think is how the heck did people survive without GPS Okay I have another thought Where is my phone? Oh right, yesterday my clumsy self decided it would be a great idea to casually drop my phone it the toilet Technology is suckish When humans decide once in a blue moon to go offline nobody knows what they are doing Or maybe I’m clueless It’s not entirely my fault Of course I can blame this on my mom She once told me to go diagonally through a rotary I burst into tears because my frustration was all-consuming I’m breathing Inhala, Exhala Just like in Jane the Virgin Now I’m calm Wait a minute No No No No No Yes I’m clueless The street I’m trying to find is the street I’m on Is there a bed nearby I am 100% sleep deprived My eyes open and it was all a dream I have to go to work A few minutes after I wake up, guess what I drop my phone in the toilet I give up and I have only been awake for 5 minutes Nope I won’t let this be my day So I take my sleepy and limp body and flop back into bed Today I don’t feel like doing anything Nothing at all So guess what… I’m not going to do the whole work thing Hope I have a good mor-night