The sun rises, slowly kissing my rosy cheeks awake, today marks the day I first open my eyes, as I wonder through the halls, fingers running on glass containing memories, the smell of bacon wafting through the air, did I remember to brush my hair? The joyful chorus of recognition greets me as my family awaits their prince of the day. What warmth these smile bring. The day remains the same, responsibilities never change, regardless of who’s the prince of the day. Files come and are sent away, waiting as time waste away, praying for that relaxing day. Return to life and feel my soul rejoice as I walk out the door, still I remain, the prince of this day.