Sydney, One Way
By Mags Hayward
Anna stirred. The duvet had slipped from her arms and goose bumps prickled her skin. Groaning, she tugged at the heavy cover until she was cocooned once more in duck down. She wriggled into a comfortable position and, eyes still tightly shut, chased the remnants of her dream.
But something disturbed her: a muffled drumming somewhere close.
What is it? Rain? The wind?
Rubbing sleepy eyes, she listened, her drowsy brain slowly connecting the dots. It sounded like…like a shower running.
“Mattie?”
She stretched out her arm and searched between the cotton sheet and the duvet. The far side of the bed was warm but, sure enough, it was empty. Anna lifted her wrist and squinted at her watch.
Five. It’s only five.
Leaning sideways, she flipped the light cotto
