morning walk

From a while back thinking of how i felt one morning walkig to school bus

I stepped out of my door so tired I could hardly open my eyes,
To see the steps before me,
Strolling along the cobble stones,
I began to get slightly afraid,
I could not see anyone else,
Normally there were other people,
Today I was alone,
It was foggy and the end of the street was out of sight,
Unusually empty,
Like walking through some ghost town,
The odd crow,
Perched Upon the chimneys,
Of dark sleeping houses,
Making me increasingly terrified,
Certain I hear the footsteps of someone behind me,
But still I am alone,
My own breathing getting louder,
The feeling that my heart might burst out of my chest,
As I approach the long awaited street lamps,
They are dull and buzzing.