The phone rang. April opened her eyes and rolled over in bed, ‘not today please,’ she muttered. Tugging a pillow over her head, she settled back down.
There was a knocking at the front door. April moaned, ‘not now,’ and turned over.
Something was tugging at the duvet, then there was a weight on her legs. April, disgruntled and looking dishevelled, peered to see what it was.
‘Hello, cat,’ she said and scooped the tabby up.
Snuggling her pet, April went back to sleep again, lulled by the cat’s purring.
A tapping on a window downstairs came next. April shifted around and decided the warm, heaviness of her bedding wasn’t worth the effort to move. Ignoring the sound, she drifted off again.
Another ring of the phone. The shrill tone echoing through the quiet house like a warning alarm. April unwrapped the cat from around her head and pulled down the duvet.
‘Go away!’ she shouted at the phone. She picked it up and slammed it back down.
April lay back and looked at the ceiling. Her cat crawled on to her chest and curled up there.
‘Today is a myself day and I don’t want to talk to anyone,’ April spoke.