Being home

Resulting from being absolutely jat lagged I went to bed at 3 am the first night. I then woke up at 7 next morning.

-You should go to bed earlier today! - said shoked mum.

I really didn't mind that suggestion so at 11 pm I was already imagining myself in Ibiza, cuddling with the pillow. As a matter of 'The Law of The Fair Living' it really took me a while to start sensing the cloudness in my brain. However in the next minute the door to my room opened and I saw a female siluet and a lot of fucking bright light.

-Is you window opened? - asked mum.

-Yes, - I replied.

-Ok, -said mum and shut the door.