You open your left eye slowly and wait for three seconds to get used to the dawn light. Then you open your right eye too. One blink. Two. You rub your eyes and look out of your window. There are streaks of light filtering through the blinds. The sun is coming out to greet you. It’s your favourite part of the day – watching the sun rise. You chuckle to yourself and murmur, “I’m alive”. You close your eyes to …
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The light in the room is dim, that kind of almost candle-light glow coming from a small lamp. We are being reckless, laughing through the corridor where our friends can hear us, running into the bedroom …