Reflection of Surprise
Just Another School Day
A campus of thousands sitting on a hill, waiting for me to find my place.
Eyes strain to believe what they see, still I have to occupy my space.
I didn’t know how hard it would be, but it sure looked like fun,
Learning something new and expanding my mind and in one semester it would be done.
Why were they laughing as I chased to be on time, not thinking it was me
But just as I reached the door the reflection peered back to announce not a stitch of clothes were on my body from head to knee.
Naked as a jay bird and running around the school is not a good idea on any day
But thankful to know I had realized my offense before reaching that French class in early May.
I can’t get back home without another flash of skin as I retreat across the open ground
So, I’ll just have to close out this silly dream and wake up to the real life of which I’m bound.
END
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Bill Coomer
I'm a real fan of Victorian Era crime stories and mysteries. Interests include theatre, music, literature, movies, TV and sports. I will share a broad range of subject matters in my writing and look forward to all of your feedback.
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