My favorite time of day is when the sun's just rising. It reminds me of low voices, cars being warmed up, gravel roads. There was a stretch of time when I was young that my mom had to work so early in the mornings she'd drop me off at school well before it was open. I remember sitting in the breezeway and reading my book, how peaceful it was.
The world seemed to break a little when the guard finally arrived with all those keys to unlock the heavy chain that hung from the door. By the time a handful of other students wandered in to sit in the cafeteria light and dip our plastic spoons in plastic bowls, it seemed another world entirely.
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