3. That night
I can't help but shiver, although my body is enclosed with a few layers of jumpers. I've just had a bath, thinking that would do the trick, but I guess you can't always eliminate pain, now can you?
After rinsing my toothbrush under the tap, I look for my hairbrush. I put it here just a minute ago but now it seems to have disappeared. Too tired to go searching for it, I tread back to my room.
I slip under the covers a few minutes later and it’s not long before my eyes close. My breathing slows, and I feel myself drifting off to sleep. Then, suddenly, my eyes bolt open. I'm in the corridor.
Looking around, the house is eerily quiet. I look down at myself - I'm still wearing the layers of jumpers. I must have slept walked. But when I turn around to see my bedroom door shut, a sense of fear overtakes me. Is someone else here?
My heart thumping in my chest, I push the door ajar, and when I see a head poking out above the covers I step back in shock. Why is someone in my bed? But once I've plucked up the courage to slide through the crack in the door, I realise I'm not looking at a stranger.
I'm looking at me.
Taken aback, I hobble over to the mirror, praying everything is going to be okay. But when I look in the reflection, no one's there. Rubbing my eyes, I fight away what's coursing through me, but when I remove my hands from my eyes I realise I'm still in bed. The door's shut. And no one else is in the room. Flicking on my lamp, I look in the mirror. My reflection stares back at me. Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I settle back under the duvet. It was a dream. It was just a dream.
But as I'm slowly drifting to sleep I wonder to myself...was it?