I woke suddenly, my phone was still

perched on my chest. It had vibrated,

I felt a thrill run through me. I grabbed

my mobile and scrolled quickly down

the new messages. It was all junk mail.

My heart died. Light was beginning

to edge through the curtains. I’d slept

a solid twelve hours, I was probably

late for school. I didn’t give a damn.

Alice’s flowers were surely already

delivered. I had this vision of them

gracing her dustbin. I pulled myself

out of bed. They were all sitting sternly

at the breakfast table. Uncle pushed

the tea pot towards me. In our house,

the wondrous power of tea was always

acknowledged. I sat down heavily, and

sipped my sweetened beverage.