Four Cadbury’s Creme Eggs, a potato peeler, a Peppa Pig hair band and a bottle of strawberry milkshake.
With a final push of strength Sissy finally reaches the top of the hill and, lacking the strength to admire the view, sits down.
He had been sure that he had one sachet of sugar left somewhere in his tattered rucksack.
Slowly my eyes open and I appear to be staring at the ceiling in a very, very white, bright room.
The train was expected to arrive at 10:32. I found out that there had been major delays all morning so the platform was fairly empty.
Self-discipline when it comes to chocolate has never been a strength of mine.
My mum has always said that chocolate would be my undoing.
Waking up from another nap I stretch lazily, open my eyes and yawn.
Below I can hear footsteps and voices, which confirms that the day has begun.
When freedom is taken a prison appears.
The Many become One.
A faceless lifeless regimented existence.
I step outside dazed, confused for a moment, close my eyes against the suns ever warming rays.