29 April 2012
Ok, so the next instalment of my backwards story, the wrong side of bed, hope you like! I've changed my writing style in the sense that it used to be like a diary entry and in past tense, but I'm changing that now, hope it's not confusing!
"Alex! Alex! Wake up, Alex!" "eh? What? Stay away from my sombrero! Oh, it's you jake! I think I was dreaming." I mumble sleepily. "uh, yeah, well let me tell you something mate, your dreams are messed up" Jake jokes. "you're messed up." I retort back clumsily. "anyway," jake dismisses me with the universal, end-of-joke-argument word, "the doc wants to see you, sounds like you're out of here!" "what!?!? If I could, I'd sit bolt upright, eyes wide in shock. As it happens, I can only manage the eyes. "wow! Doctor Simmons! Am I out?" "yes, Alex, yes you are." the doc replies in his classic american formal/casual voice. And promptly walks off again. "Not exactly the most efficient of the hospital staff, that one." Jake mocks. "No," I say, "you know, I think he should really-oh." I turn my head to see jake disappearing down the corridor. "don't forget my 50p" I yell after him, I don't think he hears me. Well, out, but when? As if reading my mind, doctor Simmons pops his head back into the room. "day after tomorrow, alex!" he says, jauntily. Wow, I. Can't. Wait! Yipeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!
The Wrong Side Of Bed 3 • Opuss № I