0 is my starting place; I can only go outwards
1 is the noise, the crack of my eyes at the crack of dawn
2 are my feet, touching the soft floor, the shivers in the cold air
3 are my minutes of peace before I begin
4 steps to my door, four more to reach the bathroom
5 are my jumpers - who shall conceal me today?
6 minutes to make toast, six more to eat
7 stairs and then some to grab my bag
8 'o' clock and I am almost ready
9 the bell rings, my rushing school day begins.