Lying on her back Kate stared up at the ceiling, which she had spent the majority of her first nineteen years looking up at from her bed. She was sure that things should look different now, after her four years at Bristol. The ceiling looked pretty much the same but maybe that was why it was so unnerving. The whole room had remained exactly as it had been since before she’d left for university and now here she was and it was no different. Kate had been home less than a week and already felt as if she had reverted back four years to her eighteen-year old teenage self, it reminded her of that film The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, always getting younger. Being in this room made her feel like she was the innocent, wary girl she had been four years ago and she didn’t like it. The atmosphere was imbued with teenage angst and inexperience. In this room none of that growing up lark she’d done at university seemed to have any weight.
Remaining in bed, still staring at the ceiling, she knew she should just get out of bed already. She was wallowing. It was something she did all to well, especially when she had some broody music playing. Kate was desperate to leave the house and reacquaint herself with her independence. Lying there she knew that the moment she stepped out of her room, or made any noise of waking her mother would be in there within seconds asking her to do something, most likely a chore. Either that or make a comment about why it was eleven on a weekday and she was still in bed. A job wouldn’t come knocking on your door, she’d say. Better to remain lying there for a little while longer and hold onto her sanity.
However just as she had decided to not move she was thrown from the bed by a strange flying spider-bug that dive-bombed straight for her. It wasn’t so much the bug that had thrown her but her insane, inexplicable fear of spiders or anything six-legged or more for that matter. Now away from the warmth of her bed she perched on the edge of her desk, the cool air of the room beginning to cause goose bumps on her arms. Kate picked up her diary and flicked through it. It was one of those academic diaries which meant that the year ended at the end of July, the fact only reinforced Kate’s anxiety over the non-existent plans for her future. Kate decided to try and think of it in a positive light. Her new year could be sooner. She would make resolutions and plans for the year ahead. Her year as a prosperous young adult was only just around the corner and it would begin well, hopefully. She knew she just had to take it day by day otherwise it was unbearably overwhelming. So for starters she better get dressed.