Pinned
Every morning I wake with the hope
That when I look in the mirror,
The reflection will prove to me time travel is possible.
Because I hope to be so awestruck,
Eyes gritty with sleep and mind muddled
With that booting up of conciousness-
Perhaps still grasping at a fleeing dream,
That for a moment I forget myself.
I am once again a little girl,
Seeing people at the mall,
Fascinated by every passing figure.
And time stands still because my eyes glimpse the coolest person I couldn't have dreamed could exist even in movies.
And realize that dork smiling back is me.










