FIFTY-ONE
I needed cheese. If I didn't get cheese, the zombie mice would be hungry and they'd cry. But all I could find at shop after shop was cheddar and camembert. They'd only eat Persian feta and I could hear them crying already as I took longer and longer...
Mice don't eat cheese.
I startled myself awake, trying not to laugh at the sheer stupidity of my dream. There was no such thing as zombie mice and they definitely didn't eat cheese.
As I stifled my laughter, I realised Nathan was thrashing around beside me, his breathing fast and panicked. "No... no..." he murmured, the breathy whisper hard to understand.
Nathan had nightmares. I should wake him from this one, as he'd done so many times for me.
"Nathan, it's just a bad dream, like mine. Please. Don't let them..."
He threw hi
