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A loud snore penetrated my thoughts with startling proportions. My eyes opened to slits in search of the source. As my breaths rippled across my lips like deep growls, I realised it had been me.
Even the jumpstart from deep slumber couldn’t prepare my eyes to fully open. I closed them again. The light pierced like pins, anyway. Or, that could have been the drumbeat happening inside my head. Whichever held the blame, I couldn’t have been any groggier if I’d been on a drink-binging hen weekend—as if I’d overdosed on sleep at the same time as not having had enough.
Voices carried to me from somewhere in the house. Drifting amidst a state of semi-consciousness, I attempted to listen in.
“I don’t know what it was,” came Ethan’s voice. “I just know I got a much bigger hit of it than Jem,
