The last fragments of the dream swirl through my mind and disappear like smoke on the breeze. I wake up to five missed calls from Zee, and a string of increasingly hysterical texts from Jamie.
16.30: Hey hun. Howd it go? Zee said you should be done by 5. Still up for coffee at night owl? Xx
16.52: Babe? U there? We're at the usual spot.
17.25: BABE WTAF WHERE R U? ANSWER YOUR PHONE
18.48: K we're gna bail. Hope ur ok? X
20.10: OMFG BABE ANSWER YOUR PHONE SRSLY
21.05: I'm worried can u call me? Did everything go ok with the band? Did something happen babe?
22.34: HOLY SHITBALLS ANSWER YOUR PHONE GEEZ
I've always been a deep sleeper – my parents say I could probably sleep through the apocalypse – but this is ridiculous. I passed out as soon as I got home yesterday, and I slept like t
