This morning I woke up, wrapped in my cosy sheets. Slowly, I untangled myself, crawling into the kitchen where my breakfast was waiting for me. My dad had prepared my favourite meal, eggs, bacon and lots of sausages were spread out over the bench. I wasn’t feeling very hungry so I only ate a few eggs and not very much meat. All I could think of was getting back to my nice warm bed.
A branch snaps beneath me, losing footing, I stumble. Pain shoots up my leg spiralling upwards. Trees cast dark shadows across the woods. I look down to see that a shoelace is stuck under the previously broken twig. Oh wait, that’s mine.