Little Inklings 2025

The bright golden sunlight wakes me up. I get up frommy bed to close my window, and go back to that peaceful dream, that escape from all my worries. The chirping birds are my alarm clock. The bright feathers of the bluejays as they flutter by, mesmerizing my sleepy eyes. The large oak tree’s leaves fall, to the floor of my room, right by my feet, after having been brought to me by the whispering wind. I slowly begin to forget about my dream, and why I was so restless to go back to sleep, as I take a deep breath and steadily, inhale and exhale all of my worries into the crisp nature air. I feel the warmth of the sun’s rays, as they tickle my nose. I hear the sounds of the birds, as they call to each other. And the crunching of the auburn leaves at my feet, as more begin to join. Finally, I hear the sound of my heartbeat, and my steady breathing, against my window. WINDOW By Adriana Coello de Portugal ’29 82