Someday, I'mma wake up alone before sunrise; hear the sound of
the twilight breeze hitting the chimes, balcony windows opened wide-
skies burning in every shades of violet- wooden floors shaded heavily; laying
in the middle of all that, pulling another pillow to rest under my hair, for a
second, letting lose of everything out of my mind; for a long minute I'd watch the clouds move, like floating on cloud nine. I'd inhale courage, and exhale success, then I'd wrap myself tightly in the thin white cotten sheets and whisper to myself, "Look Hailey, you've made it."