Midnight Rush Hour

All is silent.

All is well.

They can no longer take me away.

All are now flying.

Except me,

eyes wide open.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

It's not the clock on my wall.

It's me,

using fingers to learn.

Wind blowing hard.

I can feel the linen touching me.

I rest my head on the clouds.

And fly along.

Then all is silent.

All is well.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Then came the bell!