“Beep beep.”
My eyes fly open.
For a moment I doze, wrapping MindReader’s lovely smelling t shirt (that I stole) around me.
“Beep beep.”
I look lazily at my phone. It does not appear to want anything. I close my eyes again.
“Beep beep.”
I sit up, my head spinning. The beeping gets louder when I walk unsteadily out of my room.
I scratch my stomach, and, looking down, realise there is a label poking out of my pants.
I have my pants on backwards.
“Beep beep.”
I sit down on the landing. What the hell is that?
I follow the sound down the stairs, stopping in between beeps and twirling around uselessly.
The beeps are getting louder as I walk through the living room to the kitchen. I am poised in the kitchen waiting for the next beep. Then I shall have it!
It beeps. I stare at the counter. It is the PHONE. Oh! The phone has a low battery and wants everyone to know.
The doorbell rings. I open the door absentmindedly.
The FedEx man stares at me. Me, in my boyfriend’s t-shirt and my age 9 pants on backwards.
“We don’t need to discuss this,” I say, gesturing to my body.
“So true,” he says, and I sign for the parcel in silence.
1.30 am,just finished working on a masterpiece of legal work and then decided to check my e mail. Accidently clicked on your web site. Shock, and horror and major concerns at contents re exams and more importantly your health. E Mail me at usual address and update me on both.
Did you hear about surprise party for IR?
Ex Boss