I lay there. Boiling hot night, window wide open, cover thrown back. I began to slowly drift off, feeling pretty comfy to say the least. Suddenly a really loud noise erupted in my room. My eyes burst open and i stared wildly at my pillow.
What the hell is that?
I couldn't make out what it was. Didn't sound like any aircraft I've ever heard, and if it was a plane or something, surely the noise would get quieter as it passed? I froze. Sweating like mozzarella on a sunbed i tugged the duvet over my head.
What the hell is that?
I daren't look through the window. I could feel my temples pulsing. Beginning to feel very alone and vulnerable i cuddled my Filbert Fox. Thoughts flooded my head: what if something comes through the window, i can't close the window because i don't want them to see me through the curtain...
So. There i lay, in the foetal position clutching my cuddly toy with my eyes squeezed shut. Maybe this reaction was something to do with the horror film I'd just watched. All snuggled in my soft, safe cocoon I must've eventually fallen asleep.
The mystery was solved when i heard the radio in the morning though. Police helicopter. Oh my days. xx
