I never really understood the concept of daylight savings time. I never wanted to change the clocks around especially when we had to move the clocks forward. I liked to exercise in the mornings and changing the clocks only made the mornings that much darker.
“Don’t forget to change your clocks before you go to sleep,” my mom called down the hallway.
I managed to fall asleep fairly quickly that night in spite of the fact I was still irritated about the clocks moving forward at two AM.
When I woke up the next day, I noticed the sunlight streaming through the windows. I looked at my sister’s bed to find it already made with fresh sheets. Molly never made her bed. And why didn’t my alarm go off for school?
I followed the banging pots to the kitchen to find everything completely different that it had been the night before.
“What’s going on? Why didn’t you wake me up for school? Did you cut your hair in the middle of the night?” The words tumbled toward my mother as I looked around the kitchen in amazement.
“You’re 23, you are old enough to set your own alarm. And I’ve been wearing my hair like this for two years. No need to change it now,” she responded, not looking up.
I shook my head in disbelief. This must be one of those waking dreams. Or was it a nightmare? When I went to sleep last night I was only 16.