Hannah's Early Morning Story

Cold air filled my lungs, trudging through the hallway. Dark in the house, dark outside. The birds were waking up and chirping. The sun was still asleep.

Frosty grass was around the house. Flowers were hidden by the frost, the usually colourful trees were nothing but dim green and there was no reflection of me in the mirror.

I tip-toed over to the fridge, hoping to get a snack, hoping to get a drink. Damp were my cold toes walking across the lino. A faint light shone through the fridge door. Heavy breathing filled the room and my sister was sleep-talking.

The glare of the sun was shining through the blinds. Where were the windows? Perhaps a clown had smashed them, and taken the glass away.