Stir

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Life for me at times is summer camp at 5AM and I am ten years old.
I’m awake.
I tiptoe around sleeping bodies that talk in their sleep.
I remain quiet.
The only other ones awake are the naughty kids.
The ones that dare seek adventure in the dark.
These are the ones I stir with
with whispers and muffled laughter.
The sun is about to rise and we all should want to see it.
The appeal of sleep and dreams are too strong for most of the kids.
So there I sit,
on top of a mountain with kids who dare to play before the light of day,
Just to watch the sunrise.

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