Chapter Eight
Matilda screams out in horror and jolts awake opening her eyes wide desperately trying to focus in the dark hotel room. Sheets quilt and pillows are twisted and tangled tightly around her body. Her large luxurious bed is a terrible heap, a chaotic mess. A nightmare.
“Crazy! Crazy! Dreams!” She shudders. “Note to self. I have got to keep off that flaming cheese before bed. What was that monster thing doing to that man? God, it looked straight at me! Awful!” She talks out loud as she fights to unravel from the bed clothes.
Eventually she manages to get to her feet and yawns her way to the mini bar, flicks the kettle on, opens wide the tiny fridge, grabs a packet of chocolate coated biscuits out and rips through the wrapper. She is dressed as a large white Mouse. Hood up, ear
