Andy

A melodic sound filtered through to my dream, urging me to wake up. The melody played on a loop, like it was an alarm of some sort but it couldn't be coming from my clock radio, it wasn't blasting an airhorn that shocks the body into waking up, no, this was as if fairies were playing chimes and a harp, a beautiful, symphony that slowly lifts you from slumber.

It took me a moment to realise that I wasn't in my own bed or even my own house, I was at Claire's. She shifts next to me, ...