Today I woke up snuggled in my warm duvet. I jumped out of bed when I realized that I had woken up almost half an hour later than I had intended. I quickly checked my phone, packed my backpack, threw on some clothes, ate breakfast, and hopped in the car to go to school. In the morning I learned about #BlackLivesMatter, and in the afternoon I had a business test, and when the final bell rung I walked home with my sister and started on my homework.
Today someone woke up in Savannah, Georgia in the early morning because their telephone was ringing. Still half asleep, they answered it. The voice on the other end was crisp and male. It was a doctor from the hospital — where one of their loved ones had been admitted after being shot in the street.
Today someone else woke up and got ready for work at the Inland Regional Center in San Bernardino, California. A few hours into their day, they heard gunshots and the startling shrill of the fire alarm. Not knowing what to do, they ran out of the door. Men in black vests were shooting — and one of their bullets hit the running employee.
Today someone woke up feeling safe and secure and was murdered.
Today someone woke up excited to go to work and come home to their spouse and will now never see their loved one again.
Today someone woke up happy and hopeful and is now fighting for their life in the hospital.
Today someone woke up and stormed into a building with a gun — in fact, unfortunately, multiple “someones” did this.
Today 7 billion people woke up to news of two mass shootings, further solidifying the terrifying statistics that in 2015 there have been more mass shootings than days that have passed.
Tonight, 7 billion people will go to sleep. Some will have had lost the people they cared about most, some will sob at the empty bed of the victim of a senseless act, and some will have woken from a nightmare to find themselves in a hospital bed.
What kind of world will they wake up to?