You are sitting at the desk in your room, chin resting on one hand, as you sigh deeply and glance out your window. Flurries of snowflakes twirled in various directions at incredible speeds.
You look at your clock, and see that it’s already eleven thirty.
“Ugh!” you moan. “What happened to the time…?”
Your eyes wander to the right and land on a notebook littered with scribbles, doodles, and other nonsense.
“Oh…right,” you groan as you realize how you have wasted your time for the past hour.
You bury your face in your hands and give yourself a mental scolding for wasting precious time on doodling while you should have been writing your English essay. After rubbing your eyes a few times and taking a swig of coffee you turn your attention to your laptop.
You open up your document and hope to see some much needed progress that will mean you have less work to do. But… to your utter disappointment and, let’s be honest, your expectation, you see nothing but a title.
You stare at the screen and watch as the little prompter line blinks in anticipation of what will be written next. With each blink you become more agitated and stressed. This paper is due in two days and you have nothing written yet!
It’s not that you are bad at English, in fact, you are pretty savvy at the subject. However, the paper is a critical analysis of the book you are reading in class, and you forgot to read the book. The forgetting part was less about forgetting to read the book and more about your flare for procrastination. You could find fifty things to do over reading a book for class including organizing your pencil case into erasable materials and non-erasable materials, eating everything in the pantry, Facebooking, or spending some quality time with your pet fish, Nemo.
In a less than graceful manner you close your laptop, push yourself from your chair, and fall face first onto your bed. You grip the sheets and burrow your face into the folds of your blanket. You can’t fathom why you can’t just start typing something. You already checked Sparknotes and were disappointed that the book you were reading was not on the site, which meant that you couldn’t get an entire summary of what happened chapter to chapter.
You roll onto your back and lay your arm across your eyes as you let out a frustrated sigh.
You stay there for a few minutes listening to the sound of your own breathing. With great effort you hoist yourself back up and grab the Christmas snow globe sitting on your night stand. You laugh a little as you realize you should have put the Christmas decoration away sooner.
You turn the little globe around in your hands and give it a shake, watching as little sparkles cascade onto a jolly looking figure. You flip it upside down and give the handle a few twists which takes a bit of effort. The song plays quietly and slowly, the music festive and familiar. The tune is “The Christmas song”… not your favorite, but still a classic holiday melody.
“Hmm hmm da da da da daaa… Jack frost nipping at your nose…” you hum with the music. “Yuletide carols being sung by a choir-” you stop singing as the snow globe abruptly cuts out. You try to twist the handle a few more times but it won’t budge.
“Damn!” You say as you examine the globe. “well… looks like it’s broken…”.
You reach your arm out to place the globe back on your nightstand and just as you are about to put it down you hear a noise that sounds like the cracking of ice on a window...