Serenade

I fell asleep
an hour before the show,
sloping off the armrest
and hoping for a wormhole.

The eight graders
started scratching their instruments,
making music, I think.

I woke minutes before the show,
the auditorium full of grandparents,
and before jumping to my feet
I had a suffocating feeling

that I had slept through it,
and that everyone had stuck around
just to watch me dream.