Alone
It was dark when Michel woke up. How long had he been asleep? Why hadn’t his mom woken him up and told him the fondant au chocolat was ready? Dad better not have eaten it all. He checked his R-Sonic skateboarder’s watch which was working again. The time was ‘9pm’, not that late.
Michel climbed out of bed, yawning, still dressed in his skinny black jeans and his indie rock ‘Death’s Harvest’ T-shirt. It was a good sleep, all in all. He had dreamt about all his adventures, and about returning to Skaters’ Paradise. Perhaps he could tempt that crazy Basset Hound, Duke, into giving it a go again? He hoped Duke and his brothers had gotten home safely and were tucking into their Country Dog – Premium Nibbles. Man, Duke was one talkative, sarcastic, food-obsessed dog.
Michel went out of hi
