Lyle and the Lion

[Like being high for the first time,
you catch that glimpse of fear, paranoia, wastefulness,
the bitter sweetness of the villainous that comes out.]

That's what It felt like being on the fields with him.
Every night, every dream would help me escape from the reality I had to admit to living.
The cold nights of winter, the sour attitudes of the kids at school, the aches and pains
that I'd have from her reactions to my effort to make a move.
I was a scared child that couldn't stop daring to dream.
But, why did I feel like I needed all of this, why on earth would someone result
to dreaming about their only true friend in a fantasy land.
I blame my self-apathy, but I am sure the kids at school would make up a better reason.

***
The next morning I awoke from the deep sleep I had fell into.
golden sunshine fit it's way through the cracks of my blinds,
glimmering over my face as I laid in bed,
waiting for my body to push itself out from underneath the covers.
I wiggled my skinny body out of the mess of blankets and slipped into my moccasins.
I wish I had something more comfortable for my feet, I never have felt completely
warm in these.
I made my way downstairs into the kitchen to see If my mother had started making breakfest for me. To my surprise, eggs and toast were nicely assorted across the table in four different spots. I suppose one for each member of my family. I was in surprise that my father was actually going to be at the table for once, he never has the time to sit down and 'negotiate', as he would have called it. As I ran down the stairs in excitement, I saw one of
the most upsetting things I had seen in a very long time.
I will tell you that It has something to do with "hot coffee."
I'll leave it at that.