By: Zhile Chen

The sound of beautiful crimson, green, and golden fireworks rang out

I was laying restlessly in my bed

Striving to obstruct the explosions of sound

And prayed I wouldn’t hear the fireworks anymore

I yearned find a more comfortable spot

But the headphones I donned

Made that prospect hopeless

It took eons for my eyes to finally close

And I swore it might never happen

As I lay there restlessly, I couldn’t help but feel furious

For when will the fireworks stop!?