25 Unicorn Street, Thursday morning
Sleepily, Simon got out of bed. He hid a yawn - despite no one else being present - and stretched, then crossed the room to the closet. Hopefully there would be something to wear that hadn't been chewed on by that hamster.
He picked a shirt and a pair of trousers and was just about to turn when the door of the closet slammed shut and pulled him inside.
[Yes. Simon will be lost in the closet while I'm on holiday.]
He picked a shirt and a pair of trousers and was just about to turn when the door of the closet slammed shut and pulled him inside.
[Yes. Simon will be lost in the closet while I'm on holiday.]