The Effect Of Black Lives Matter

For just a moment, I lay awake, but with my eyes closed, hoping that it wasn’t my alarm and that I was dreaming.

The three beeps of my alarm sounded off again. I reached for my phone to promptly turn off that awful noise. While rubbing my eyes, I began to think about just how much I wanted to stay in my warm bed, but I then thought about the money and hopped right up.

I panned my bare, eggshell walls to give my eyes time to adjust to the sunlight coming in from the window. Finally, I stared over at my schedule and confirmed the thought that I’m…