night brings you little relief as you struggle to catch sleep. The
bed is too hot, your ears are buzzing, and every time you seem to be
drifting off, your mind won’t let go and you wake up alarmed,
clenching your fists, gasping for air. The dreams that come in
between are dark and frightening. You find yourself in the middle of
the cheering crowd again, running towards the parade, but when you
look up, all you see is darkness. You fall into it, trying to swim
for safety. A strange voice you don’t recognise is whispering in your
ear, mocking you. You won’t make it. You’re too weak. You’re not
loud bang on the door pulls you out of your dream. It’s morning,
although you feel like you’ve barely had a glimpse of rest.
Wakey wakey, miss!” the voice banging on the door calls.
drag yourself out of bed, and look out of the peephole on the wooden