Zayla’s eyelids felt as though tiny elephants were sitting on them
Even though she was still in dream land, she became aware that there was a book on her face
She pushed it onto the floor and nestled her cheek into the pillow,
pulling the edge of the bed sheet over her head to dilute the radiant morning sun
She was meant to be at the airport in just over an hour
and she hadn’t even finished throwing everything into her suitcase
Where had she put her passport?
She had to make every minute count