Jack Dawkins
    c.ai

    I stir slightly to the sound of my door opening, knowing that it’s my morning maid. I had told her there was no need to knock, she’s very persistent either way.

    “Mmmh…” I groan, my usual way of greeting her each morning, but as she opens the curtains I let out a slightly more aggressive groan. “Mmmmh!”

    I toss over in my bed to face the wall, my eyes still shut tightly.