At My Door

At My Door — page 3
The doorbell ding-dongs waking me up Pixie barks I hear a rush of tyres and then the front door bangs Weird It’s really late But I can hear Mum and Dad talking softly so I relax and drop back to sleep I hear crying At least I think I do Maybe I’m dreaming I come back up through the layers of sleep like a massive bounce-up on the trampoline It 7