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avatar CrazyChicken1
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BEEP … BEEP … BEE-


I stop my phone’s clock alarm out of reflex with my left hand. I get out of bed and go to the bathroom like usual. I notice the toilet lid is up. Means my parents and sister probably didn’t wake up yet. I advance to the sink and wash my hands, as well as my toothbrush afterward. The other toothbrushes weren’t wet, confirming my previous suspicion. I continue my morning routine by brushing my teeth and starting to descend downstairs. The stairs didn’t make any sound. I feel weird when the stairs squeak as I step on them early in the morning or late in the night. It makes me feel like a burglar.

Once downstairs, the realization that I was the only one awake finally hit me. Why did I even put my alarm to wake me at such an early hour? I tried to think of what day today was ... and then another realization hit me. Today is my sister's birthday. I forgot to buy her a present so I needed to wake up early and buy her one.

I prepare a fast breakfast composed of cereal and milk with a pinch of cinnamon sprinkled over them. Even though cinnamon might seem like a weird addition, I prepare it this way for a reason. To put it simply, it reminds me of the time when we were little and we used to go to grandma's house, where she would make us milk rice with jam and cinnamon added on top. The heat of the milk rice would rise up, taking the aroma of the cinnamon. That smell always made my mouth water in anticipation, now serving as a memory of grandma, which was now in hospital. I felt very emotion-prompt this morning, and the thought of Grandma in a hospital awaiting her end saddened me, bringing me to the edge of tears.

Nonetheless, I finished my meal and headed over to the dresser to put on my fur coat. It's winter after all, is it not?

As I open the drawer, I catch a glimpse of an old coat of mine on the bottom of it. I take it and look at it, realizing in what bad shape it is. The fur was dirty, and it was cut in a lot of different spots. Even so, I can't wonder but think about its origins. Then I remember. I remember all about it and the memories we shared together. My little sister got it for me when I was 10. I tried it on and it fit me perfectly. It wasn't all that surprising, considering that when I first got it from my sis, it was way too large for me. Now I am 16. Even though it used to be way too big for me, I remember how I insisted on wearing it every winter. I wore it for 3 years until I grew apart from it. This coat now felt like a nostalgic veil which brought a faint smile to my face. I decided to wear it today instead of my usual tidy coat, even if this one was less cozy.

I descend the stairs once more after taking some money from my brown wallet that I received on my 15'th birthday. Everyone was still asleep. No wonder considering it's 7:30 AM. I proceed to the door and I open it before taking a last look at the empty room behind me as a cold wind blasts through the open door.

The morning air is cool and the streets are empty, probably because it's the weekend. I proceed through the immaculate snow while trying not to trip on the slippery ice. I couldn't decide what to buy my sister. I am usually very keen on details, but I just can't help but wonder what she would want most. She has plenty of toys, and it's not like she plays with them that much anymore. She usually plays with her friends outside. If she's not doing that, she's reading a book, browsing the internet or playing Video Games with her friends from other countries.

So what SHOULD I get her? A book? I don't really know what she wants. A Video Game? I've seen her play so many genres that I don't know what she actually likes in a Video Game. As I ponder over her forgotten birthday gift, I realize how hard she was to read for me. Even though she is my little sister, she always seems to have ways to surprise me in ways that destroy my earlier vision of her. I THOUGHT she liked vanilla, just before realizing she doesn't when she chose the chocolate ice cream instead of the vanilla one when I brought ice cream home. I THOUGHT she liked love stories until she confessed that she hated peachy romance. When I think about it, I don't know anything about her in the slightest, probably also being a factor in why I always had hardships when choosing her a birthday gift. If I really think about it, it's probably because she keeps changing her interests. Now she likes ballet, the next second she wants to play the piano.

I sighed, still having no clue what I would buy her. If I am true to myself, I never actually FORGOT to buy her a present. I just pushed it out of my mind. I just didn't want to see her sad again when I got her the wrong gift. That's why I always left this gift buying process until the very second.

-BUM-


I suddenly hit something and fell on my back. It was the store window. Being so deep in thought and also trying to take my mind off the world around me which consisted of biting cold and shivering winds, I completely lost touch with it. I slowly get up while making sure there wasn't any ice below my feet and I look at the store. It was ... dark?

The store was empty and lightless. I looked around and I didn't see anyone around me either except a dog and a few kids running around. My mind was fuzzy and disoriented, not quite understanding my situation. I glanced over at the store once again and ventured over to the door. Locked of course, since nobody was in the store. But why?

And it hit me. It was Sunday. How could he overlook this? He, the keen observer who takes in all the small details that nobody else does is foiled by the smallest detail of them all. Why this matters you might wonder? Well it does, because in my town, all shops open one hour later on Sunday. And he overlooked it. This thought put me in a state of extasy. For some reason, I just felt like laughing, on my face a big grin having appeared. I've been foiled by the smallest of details. I straighten my back and turn around. There's nothing I can do about it. I mean, I COULD wait for the stores to open but I just can't bring myself to do it, so I just ... head home.

He'd never overlooked everything in his life before. Nothing. He was always ready, he always looked ahead in the future and always but always observed his surroundings, seeing the smallest of details in all things. Today, he had failed both things. He was with his head in the clouds and he'd overlooked the smallest of details. It should have been a sad feeling that he had, but it was just ... a nice feeling. A feeling of being human, imperfect.

The feeling of being able to make mistakes ... the very meaning of a ... normal ... usual life. Because that's what he had, even though he thought of himself as someone special. He was someone normal, leading a normal life, in a normal family, with normal problems and normal feeling.

Everyone is. Because we are human.





Word Count: 1340
Character Count: 6902


Note: I was really out of my element with this theme. I've encountered this theme quite a few times and it was always weird for me. Taking a random day, out of a random character's life with no context at all is just weird for me. Even if I fail the first round due to this, it was still great to participate.

P. S: I would've loved to write on the theme of a character being trapped in a dark space with no other sounds except their own thoughts. Sadly I didn't participate in the season in which that theme appeared :(
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  • SmolFairy
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  • Journeyman Toast
  • December 27, 2018, 6:49 pm
I like the all the details :3
  • CrazyChicken1
  • Level 24
  • Expert Button Pusher
  • December 28, 2018, 4:17 am
:P

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