I gaze out the window of my bedroom. A bird lands on the window sill, it's sharp talons gripping onto the edge of the stone, particles flying off and landing on the decking with an impact.
I slept through a whole day, just as I would.
After I eat lunch I leave for work. Where? The nursery. I had a conversation with Allie online which she called an interview. And guess what? I got the job.
When I get to the nursery, the first thing I see is a bunch of children from the ages of 3-7. They all stare at me, with a drained expression. They all leave their toys and games and surround me in confusion. The oldest one gives me an unwelcoming stare, and steps forward after the crowd makes a path for him.
"Who are you?!" He demands, reaching his neck out like a giraffe until our noses are only millimetres apart.
"I-I'm Kumi- Mr. Connelly!" I answer. All eyes are still on me. The group of children look at each other, whisper for a few seconds. The oldest one puts on an angry look and commands:
"CHARGE!"