Run into my room to change and prepare for an unknown adventure,
Summer sun welcomed through the skylight despite its fierceness,
Will it be the Auburndale library, McDonald's down the block, or Roosevelt Field mall?
The head has already taken all three trips before the socks are on,
The naturalness of my only obligation renders it unnoticeable.
White sheets as my only shield against time,
Hide under to peek back with less disdain than yearning,
For that unproductive and soul-filling laziness.
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