Random One Shots (Or Just Random Ideas)

Snowed In

I'm enveloped in peaceful darkness. Warmth covering every part of my body as I lay still, in a state of complete bliss. Suddenly I become aware of the soft blankets covering me. My stiff legs and arms instinctively stretch themselves out, while still remaining in the warm hug of the soft and fuzzy blankets. I open my eyes and I am greeted by the familiar sight of my room small but cozy room. It brings me out of my dream state and into the real world. I yawn and stretch my limbs out some more.

I reach over to my nightstand and grab my phone. I turn it on and the time reads 8:37 am, many hours earlier than I wanted to wake up. I groan and throw it at the end of my bed in frustration, immediately regretting that decision after realizing I threw it too far. I wince at the sound of it hitting the floor, I groan again but louder this time and embrace denial, convincing myself that the screen totally didn't crack.

I try to fall back to sleep, even though I know I won't be able to. Mostly I just want to stay in my warm and comfortable bed. After twenty minutes of desperately trying to remain in bed, the boredom and restlessness sets in and I grudgingly get up. I pick my phone up off the floor, quickly glancing at the screen to make sure it isn't broken, to my surprise it isn't! Yay! I mentally fist bump as I start walking out of my room. I walk over to my window and see the snowflakes dancing around in the air, descending slowly onto the light blanket of snow covering the ground. There's barely any snow on the ground. Did they really cancel school over this?

Yesterday, everyone was desperately hoping that school would be canceled due to rumors of snow. Some were so certain that it would be canceled (or just too lazy) that they didn't even do their homework. I, being the conscientious student that I am, did it all last night just in case. Did I say "conscientious"? I meant "experienced." God knows I was nothing taking that risk, I learned my lesson in freshman year. I'm never making that humiliating mistake again. 

I check my phone's weather app and see that the snow is supposedly going to get much worse as the day progresses. Lovely.

Sighing, I make my way to the kitchen to eat breakfast. I decide on cereal and proceed to take out everything I need. A bowl, cereal, milk, and a spoon. I pour them into the bowl (not the spoon obviously) and start eating. As I'm eating, I check my phone's notifications. It's more empty than usual, but that's probably because almost everyone is still sleeping. 

After finishing my expertly crafted meal, I walk out of the kitchen and begin to meander mindlessly around the rest of my house. I'm "alone" in my house. Both of my parents are out working and who knows when they'll get home. My older sister is sleeping in her room and will be all day I'm assuming. She has some gift from God that allows her to hibernate and sleep for excessive amounts of time. If she doesn't have any plans, she's hardly ever awake on weekends, probably to make up for the sleep she misses throughout the week. So yeah, 'alone' is fitting for my current situation. Alone huh? Seeing as I've been alone for most of my life, you would think I'd be used to it by now.

Alone or not, having nothing to do on a weekday feels odd, on a Monday no less. I don't even think my body kicks into relaxation mode until after school hours. I groan again and decide to text a few people see if anyone wants to do anything today.

As I'm about to text them, I remember that my friends are definitely asleep right now. Lucky bastards. I decide on simply posting it on my story and hoping that whenever they do wake up, they see it and respond then. This eliminates the anxiety-inducing game you play whenever you try to make plans with people. It's much easier to put out a general sign to the world saying "hey I'm free today just in case anyone was wondering :)" than to risk the humiliation of getting a half-assed excuse or fully just getting ignored. 

I decide to sit on the floor and just continue to scroll through all of my social media. Anything to kill time while I wait for someone to respond. After an unreasonably long time, a notification that I did not expect to see pops up on my screen. One of my other friends responded to my story, Ryan.