Descriptive Essay- The Croswalks Sorrow

             I feel as if I am never allowed to sleep. In the small hours of the morning, I might get an hour of peace and quiet before somebody walks in-between me or drags their tires across me. It is a never-ending job, and I am never in control of anything. The only thing that controls my life is the constant changing of the red, yellow, and green lights flashing in each direction. Even that guy, that bright, white colored stick figure tells me what to do. He's always changing his mind. "Walk," or "Don't Walk," he can never make a decision and stick to it. Sometimes I think he works in cahoots with the red, green and yellow flashing lights. It might just be a conspiracy against me.
             As I said earlier, each day seems to run into the next, and the only was I can be sure that a new day has started is when that boy on the green and silver banana-seat bike rides across me, as if he were a semi-trailer truck. He rides right in the street, and he always ignores the red, green, and yellow lights. He carries an eggshell colored canvas sack on the front of his bike, and it's always full of rolled up paper, gray with black print, fastened with a rubber band. I don't think that I'm the only one that waits for this sign of a new day, because the man that owns the coffee shop on the other side of the flashing lights waits outside for the boy to come by and hand him several rolled pieces of paper with black print on them. Maybe that man doesn't sleep well either.
             After this boy, his rolled up pieces of paper, and his green and silver bike tread across me, my pavement starts to warm as the sun creeps through those tall, giant rectangles that are all over the place. The all start on the ground, right where I am, but then they shoot up into the bright blue hat that covers everything. Sometimes I get a little bit worried that their legs (the long, thin, pointy sticks at the top) are going to p...

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