The Hardest Part of This Is Leaving You

I fell asleep on the couch, mom decided I was going to stay home. She kissed my forehead and left for work. I stood up walking to the kitchen to make coffee. I looked at my reflection in the glass of the coffee pot.
I looked odd, my black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, my green eyes were sunken deep into my head, they looked lifeless and needlessly sad. I looked pale and my body slightly sagged limply.
No wonder mom made me stay home.
I waited for the coffee to finish as the coffee trickled out of the faucet (is that what the thingy that drips the coffee called?) like sand in an hourglass.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
I couldn't help but listen to it as my eyes flicked back and forth from the pot to the faucet in the machine. I started to feel a bit light headed and leaned against the counter reaching over and grabbing a coffee cup from a cabinet. I poured the coffee just deciding to sit on the floor. I listened tothe ticking of the clock slowly sipping the coffee and toying with my hair. There was only the sound of the clock, the slurping, and the voices in my head.

Notes

Ok guys so this is short I know but I'm working on my finals for English with like poetry so I just wanted to try a few different things also yay it's my 30 chapter and I just got to 3,000 Views so thank you guys so much for reading please tell me what you think I'll try to post again tonight or tomorrow