A child runs to the window on the morning of January 1st. He looks out the window in shock and disbelief. He was expecting to see fireworks. He was expecting to see a whole bunch of fireworks lighting up the night. His disbelief turns to horror and his horror turns to rage.

It is day and calm and quiet out. A rabbit hops on a field of grass.

Inside the child wants to scream at someone. Now he has to wait a whole year. A whole year. Why didn’t anyone wake him?

Outside a great tit lands in the grass and does nothing.

Inside the child’s rage is growing. Having slept through the fireworks makes him feel like an idiot and feeling like an idiot makes him mad. He wants to blame the whole world. Someone should have woken him. Someone in this God-forsaken world should have taken the trouble to wake him for the fireworks.

Outside the bird looks at the rabbit.

The child looks down at his navy orange yellow pajamas and his eyes begin to water. “Happy New Year,” he thinks.

The End.