A Day In The Life

By Hailey Huber

3 a.m.: She cries. A sound that breaks the bubble of the world, so soft and delicate. 

4 a.m.: She wakes. The blanket closes around her as she twists and turns. The wooden bars melt away as hands come down from the sky. 

5 a.m.: She walks. Cameras capture her from every angle, capturing the moment of small joy after a restless night. 

6 a.m.: She sits at a table. Her legs dangle through the air as she spoons bits of cereal into her mouth. 

7 a.m.: She says hello. The person is now her best friend. They play for hours. She doesn’t even know her name.

8 a.m.: She walks into class. The room is colorful and full of books. She spots her friend sitting on the rug playing with two toys. Her name is Joey. 

9 a.m.: She takes a test. Her feet bounce on the floor as she bubbles in her answers. 

10 a.m.: she walks the big halls. So unknown and bigger than the world she is used to. A teacher waves at her as she walks. 

11 a.m.: She gets out of bed. It seems too early. She is glad she took everyone’s advice and scheduled her classes for later in the day.  

12 p.m.: She walks across the stage. Her parent’s camera lights up from the audience as she smiles. Joey squeezes her hand as they throw their caps. 

1 p.m.: She sits down for lunch. The room is full of unknown faces; she sits at a table alone. 

2 p.m.: She walks into the coffee shop. A man smiles from across the way. Her heart flutters. He orders an espresso.  

3 p.m.: She tries something new. She feels the rush of adrenaline mixed with the anxiety of the unknown. She still sets her finished vase down in the middle of her table. 

4 p.m.: She makes her way home from work. A routine drilled into her as she turns down the winding roads. 

5 p.m.: She says, ‘I do’. The cameras flash as he sweeps her into his arms. Joey stands holding her bouquet. They all celebrate with espresso martinis. 

6 p.m.: She holds the bundle in her arms. So soft and delicate, she can’t help but cry. Her husband squeezes her hand. 

7 p.m.: Her flight lands. She grabs her child as her husband pushes their suitcase into the open sun. 

8 p.m.: She moves them in. The room feels so small, but she knows they won’t be able to keep it clean. 

9 p.m.: The party ends. A life of hard work for a cake and some drinks. But she still has a hard time saying goodbye. 

10 p.m.: She mourns. Her best friend now laid into the ground. The sky cries with her. 

11 p.m.: The ticking hand stops. 

Hailey is currently a student at the community college of Philadlephia studying Mass Media. She enjoys writing fiction and fantasy and posts her short stories and poetry. When she is not writing, she enjoys reading, baking and volunteering at a local cat shelter.