8
Anna
My alarm went off, shaking me out of a dream about me running around and trying to find the right bus stop. I must have pulled out my earplugs and kicked off my shoes in my sleep. Still not feeling rested, but better than yesterday, I skipped the hotel breakfast and went to Susan’s café for a proper meal and a decent cup of coffee. I ate at the counter whilst chatting with Susan between customers.
“Looking good!” A random guy said as he passed me and eyed me up and down. He was with a group of guys and they were all whistling and doing funny faces at me. I rolled my eyes at them and Susan laughed.
“Seriously, you are looking good today. It’s nice to see you feel better, Anna.”
I munched my burger and fries—yes, it was that kind of morning—and smiled. I was famished, and it was
