* * * * * Ten o’clock comes and I find myself still in bed, waking groggily, slowly, painfully. My head throbs and the first thing that pops into mi...d is that I am late for work. Jumping out of bed makes the world swing and my derrière connect quite loudly with the floor. The noise and the impolite word that lurches from my mouth bring a stampede running to my door. I duck and cover to avoid being trampled. ‘Sis, are you okay?’ ‘What happened, Holly?’ ‘Fuck, Holly, what did you do?’ ‘One. I stepped out and ran my hand over the long ’sealed’ scratch on the right wing as I ran a finger thru my hair tracing the ridge of gnarled skin beneath. Wear your scars with pride I thought to myself, what doesn’t kill ya’ makes you stronger... bollocks!! Kevin Rowland interrupted my reverie telling me that I wasn’t his academic inspiration. I looked across the road at the public house opposite, two large bouncers standing outside the small door. The pub formerly known as the Wagon and Horses,. "I almost missed the wake, if Shelly hadn't met a friend of the Sullivan's... why..." That's terrible, James," Velvet said trying to console me.Wiping my eyes, I continued. "It's over now. That was three years ago. I still think of her every day and miss her very much, but life goes on, right?" Hey," I said, trying to perk everyone up including myself. "Hey guys, I'm telling a story here. You want me to continue?" Yeah, sure," Sammy said. "But lemme get us something to drink. I need one now.". "Um, Ok, cool." I said still very confused.Was it possible I had dreamed it all up?That all my sister and I had done was sleep in the same bed?I HAD gone to a party last night, and came home somewhat drunk. But drunk enough to completely imagine what happened?I continued my day somewhat normally, but I couldn't get my "dream" about my sister out of my mind.There was a knock at my door."Come in." I said.It was my Dad, "Hey Bud, your Mom surprised me with tickets to the game tonight. You mind if.