Cerys :
I've always been good at pretending I'm asleep. More often than not it fools the kids and they get bored and head off to terrorise my brother. This morning I woke disorientated. My stomach growled like a mangy pit bull, blinking until the memory of last night came back to me. I recalled meeting Trent downstairs, the flowers, the piano, the table set for two.
A phone pierced my sleep addled brain and I called out, no idea whether he was still in the room or it was my phone and I'd accidentally changed the ring tone. It wouldn't be the first time technology had been my foe. I called out, fully planning on savouring a little more sleep, as if the person on the line might hear me and decide to call back later when I was less grouchy. Do not anger the tired beast.
But trent answered
