The birds woke Petra up. The incessant chirping and knocking on her windows gave her headache. On top of this, she had a nightmare about New York at three in the morning. She needed to clear her head.
Petra loosened her grip on the sheets, slowly, leaving little crinkles at the top. She rolled over until her feet touched the ground. It was barely seven and rays of light creeped through her windows, leaving streaks of light on her floor.
She needed breakfast. The coffee maker hummed as tiny drips inched out, plopping into the pot. She downed two mugs, burning her tongue with each sip. She dealt with the pain. The idea of leaving her home and moving to New York gave her knots in her stomach.
As much as she loved the idea of moving, her common sense thought other wise. Petra took the nightmare as a sign to leave her suitcases in the closet. She needed to be grounded. And yoga wasn't working.
Today was a day for online shopping. Petra slid into her favorite black jeans and loose fitting tanktop, grabbed the manilla envelope and headed out the door.
The coffee made her arms shake. She sped up her pace to the ATM machine around the corner. She carefully opened the envelope, watching for any bills that might fall to the pavement.
As the machine beeped, Petra inserted the bills one by one into the feed. With each greasy piece of paper, the tension she held in her shoulders went away. She wasn't quite sure what this tension was from, but it was gone.
A tall man with a thick brown beard behind her began to grumble. Petra ignored him, keeping her slow and steady rhythm of watching her bank account grow.
Petra grabbed her ATM card and nearly ran into the bearded man standing behind her. His eyes made her lose her footing, as she stumbled left down the gum-covered sidewalk. He kept is stare all the way down the block.
Now that her bank account was full, Petra could delve into a materialistic online world. As she unlocked her apartment door, her home felt more vibrant and unusually optimistic. It was time for Petra to begin anew, one dollar at a tame.
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