On the first day of 2009 I jumped out of bed. (Actually that's a big fat lie, I never jump out of bed. It's more of a reluctant, zombified stumble into the unknown.) I then yanked back my curtains to inspect the atmosphere.
Were the bare trees and the semi bare trees shaking? Was the man in the duffel coat suffering from severe difficulties trying to walk in a straight line? Nope, this did not appear to be the case.
Strange. Everything seemed to be exactly the same. The outside world looked still and normal to me. Maybe I was half asleep. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head. I peered through the window pane again.
The leaves on the ground were not whirling around at a million miles an hour, and the children walking hand in hand did not look as if an invisible force was pushing them along the road. Hmmm.
Next I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. Perhaps the changes had already taken place whilst I was peacefully sleeping? Was my skin clear and olive coloured, with a healthy, shiny, glow? Erm, no. I could safely say it was not. Not after the new years eve wine.
Did my eyes sparkle youth and vitality? Sadly the answer again was no. Not without my contact lenses they didn't.
Had my hair turned a shade of sage green?
Was my room a dazzling buttercup colour?
Could it be possible that I had grown five inches and outgrown my spotty pyjamas?
I was getting desperate now!
Myself and the outside world had not changed at all. Not one single change had taken place. This wind of change had not visited me in the night, it was not outside my bedroom window. And it was certainly not inside my bedroom now.
Where was it? I could have sworn it was heading my way? Sigh. How wrong could a girl be?
So I decided to go back to bed. Wrap my duvet around me and safely re visit dream land.
Maybe the wind of change is coming tomorrow?
Yes, there is always tomorrow.