New Years Resolution - Part Two

"What kind of firework..." I wheeze in pure awe, the breath and words begin stolen from my throat as the air is suddenly ripped from my lungs. The light rapidly expands further and further across the sky, the realization that it was drawing closer only hitting me as I watch it consume the neighboring skyscrapers.

I try to clamber to my feet only to simply remain laying in place, my arms and legs no longer responding as I'm forced to watch the white light slowly begin to swallow up the rooftop around me. I silent scream escapes my lips as I soon find myself floating, the feeling of the cold air and hard bricks vanishing in an instant.

The white void is all I can see, endless and eternal, before I finally pass into unconsciousness.

New Years Resolution - Part One

Snowflakes flutter down from the partially clouded sky, the lights of he city erasing all but the brightest of stars. My eyes lazily follow the small white motes as the slowly descend, finding them a fine replacement in my inebriated malaise.

I lean back against the cold hard bricks beneath me, adjusting my thick black woolen jacket as I fight back the cold. I take a swig from the bottle of scotch beside me, the glass having gone unused for the best part of the past hour. I had expected more of the building to be here, to sit up on the roof like they had done in years past. However, with the sudden freezing shift in the weather it made sense that I would be the only person up here waiting for the fireworks.

This year had been a bit of a rough one, between languishing in unemployment and burning through most of my savings just to keep a roof over my head it had simply not lived up to the hopes I had at the start of it.

Despite this, up on the roof top with a decent bottle of liquor helped to make up for the year behind me. The crisp night air and the dancing snowflakes feel almost like a bit of a cleanse, a sense of hopefulness for the next year creeping into my heart as the minutes slowly count down to the new year.

It could have merely been the scotch talking, the dozen or so standard drinks now circulating through my system and filling me with a sense of warmth, but I slowly begin to imagine just what I should set as my new years resolution.