Prompt: write a poem that takes the form of the opening scene of the movie of your life.
The alarm rings for a second time, 8am
The sun is shining through an open window
Dogs are cuddled on the bed by her feet
A nest of blankets and pillows and sheets
She is running late already
Her daily preparation is a montage
Set to music from her teenage years
A pop punk power ballad
To which she sings along
Shower, dress, feed the dogs,
Munch some frosted mini wheats
Check email, then it’s time
To get to work
She is the hero of her own story
The one she’s not done writing
But this memoir will not script itself
So she sits at the computer
Memories in hand
And lets the flashback commence