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  • I turn in bed and realise I am fully alert.

    There are no birds chirping. It is too early and it is getting cold.

    I crack my neck and sigh deeply; it's all my process of waking.

    I reach for my mobile and it is 04.50 am. I am not upset by this revelation even though it is Saturday and I can afford a lie in.

    In the darkness, I silently reach for my headphones which is on the floor next to the bed and then for my book which is on top of my jewellery box.

    I go to the kitchen and put the kettle on. It will be black coffee....no milk....no sugar.

    I am careful to close all doors behind me so as not to wake anyone else.

    I sit on the sofa and begin to read.

    I am really happy.

    It is so silent.

    It takes me a few moments to notice that every step I took from bed to book is my Dad's.

    I love you and I have become you.
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