Tim tried to get up, but there was someone sitting on top of him.
Thinking it was a dream he went back to sleep. But the daylight was coming in through the curtains urging him to open his eyes and he could hear noises in the kitchen next door, Byron was making a fried breakfast for everyone. Tim didn’t want to miss out, Byron never cooked. It might make up for all the dirty dishes he left and the food he stole from the fridge.
But the problem remained, someone appeared to be sitting on him.
It was a girl. He wanted to yell but suppressed it and decided to wait for her to speak. She didn’t. He tried to get up again and succeeded in pushing her onto the floor. “Well..” he said meaningfully. But she started to cry. From the sounds in the kitchen, his housemates had started to eat. “Look I’ll come back ok? Just, be quiet, or my housemates will think something dodgy’s going on”.
He forgot her as the bacon touched his lips. Whilst he was chatting with Layla he suddenly remembered and awkwardly ran back into his room. But the girl had gone.
