I walk down the stairs
And start to think
How did I get here
Without sleeping a wink

I open the front door
Greeted by a gust of wind
I make it to the street
Hoping I won't be late again

Everything is so quiet
Not a soul in sight
My breath hangs in the air
As the wind blows, taking flight

It's early but not too bright
Cold as the winter can be
Freezing me whole
From the out to the inside

I grow closer and closer
Moving faster than before
No one stood beside me
As lifted up my hand
Reaching for that door