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.