L Is for Lucy

I couldn't sleep. Obviously, again. I tossed and turned for half an hour or so. Then I heard the front door open and Mum creep in. A little moving round, then my door opened, I sensed light shining across the corner of my room. I lay still and kept my eyes closed. Could I have forgotten anything? I saw the hall light go off a few minutes later. Then silence. I slept.

I got up very early myself the next morning, showered and dressed as quickly and quietly as I could. I didn't shave, I wanted to look a bit scruffy, as far from the person I'd been the previous night as possible. Mum and Dad usually slept in a bit on Sunday mornings. Their door was slightly ajar, indicating they were not doing - you-know-what. I listened. Dad was speaking quietly. Then I heard a brief snatch of his conversation.

'Mumble mumble mumble - fantastic dream - mumble....'

YES!