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[ 7am ]

Her third alarm rings... 6:45 am. Rolling out of bed was a struggle.
“ She has strong legs but her arms are like little chicken wings” the coach would say.
It’s 7 am and she runs through the field, smiling, trying to look like she is ready for anything.
This is the first time she is not late. 

“The resistance of the elastic gathers the lighter yarn, but when stretched out you can see all the little loops.”
She looks down at her sweater, picking on the yarn to stay awake.
She doesn’t participate in the game that often but she likes to watch others play.
“Hey stop slacking and start warming up!” the coach yells.
The sun hits her face as she rests on her friends lap.
“Coming!”

[ process ]