Like every morning the atmosphere was calm when she woke up . The room was still dark , when she opened her eyes , not in a frightful and cold way , but in a sleepy and monotone way and when she got out of bed to look outside the window ,the woods next to her house were hidden under a layer of fog . “ No wonder “ she thought to herself , running her hands over her tired eyes , “ the world cares as much about the new year as I do“.
A small noise made her turn around , to see a tiny black creature slip into her room and jump onto her bed . Like she had done it a thousand times she walked over to sit down and run her fingers through its soft black fur , tracing small circles while the cat continued to rest on her stomach .
Still hearing the almost silent purring of the cat, resting her small head on her arm , her eyes glanced through her room . Bright colors from the sticky notes she had collected caught her eyes first , but all she could think of were the countless lists of things to do they had written .Bright pink and lemon yellow didn’t seem appropriate on such a day like this .
She had forgotten to put down the poster of all the things she had wanted to this summer , adventures was what they mirrored , yet what her summer had been all about was soaking up the sunshine in her garden and seeing as many movies as she could on her laptop at night.
She twirled the hair that had fallen out of her ponytail in her finger . Why was everybody always making such a fuzz about new beginnings ? What would be different the clock would counts 00:01 except the number on the calendar ? A few days ago , she had written down what she wanted to do next year , what she wanted to change but at this exact moment it seemed ridiculous to give your plans a deadline in some kind of way .
There would be no clean cut , no sudden awakening , no obvious change . Everything would continue the same way it was , until well something would happen that was going to transform a life . When we look back , do we really divide everything after what year it was ? Or is it the job we had , the people we were seeing the way we were handling things .
It did seem like everything else determined the past except the date , so why does everybody care so much about this one day the clocks go back to zero like every day ? Maybe its because people have learned to live with our perception of time. Hours , days , months , isn’t it all made by humans ?
Maybe we should start to live more after our own clock and not run after a date , forcing ourselves to decide on one day what the next year should be like .
When she made her plans for this years summer , she got so caught up in it , that during summer she could think about nothing else then if it would be perfect if she looked back on it .
The cat was now sleeping calmly on her chest and she felt nothing special , it felt like just another day .
( Hey guys , this is my first short story . Let me know what you think about it , any kind of criticism is more than welcome , also happy new year 😉