At 3.34 am today, I woke up enough to open my eye (just the one) and read the time.
However, I was still deep in a depressing dream in which I had to go back to school today, and was seriously miffed about that - I'd been enjoying myself NOT being at school.
My mother told me I had to go whether I needed to or not, and I consoled myself with the fact that I could reconnect with my friend Billy, that I hadn't seen for ages.
I gradually came fully awake as I considered the following :
(1) that school is in a different continent, and was knocked down to make way for a housing development many years ago;
(2) it is several decades since I saw Billy;
and(3) My Mum has been dead for several years, and also lived in a different country to me when she was alive...
So I didn't go to school. I hope I don't get put on detention by Ackers (one of our names for the headmaster: the other was 'Hitler').