Twenty Four Hours

Twenty four hours from now it will be Friday afternoon, and I will be free.

Twenty four hours from now, I could be sitting in a Chinese restaurant drinking tea and eating one the most delicious spring rolls known to man.

Twenty four hours from now, I could be drinking coffee and reading my 5 inch thick book of Emily Dickinson poems.

Twenty four hours from now, I could be wrapped up in a pile of blankets and pillows watching My Dinner With Andre on my laptop.

Twenty four hours from now, I could be doing a lot of things. But homework will definitely not be one of them.