But if we could bed down on the rollercoaster and sleep. Our simultaneous mattress.
With Christmas coming up and the chores have to be done. Floor has to be swept.
In order to placate my angry mother I must win Christmas medals. A laurel wreath of tin awarded by the Republic of India.
A khaki badge from Marshal Tito.
Swooping on the rollercoaster. Like the one at Alton Towers. Theme park vista. Past the false lake and the ceramic dragon. The girls nearby.
But the girl beside me in the bed drowsily tries to wake me. I see her grey t-shirt, her plump arms.
But I'm weary and want to sleep on. Lapse back into the rollercoaster dream. Three Christmas medals to be won. And the floor to be swept.
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