Then I open my eyes and remember – the ceiling fan. I stretch my feet down to the bottom of the bed and look over to my right where I left a space in the curtains so I could look out and remind myself of exactly where we’ve ended up living. You wouldn’t know we were in the middle of not only a city, but an enormous city – all I can see is the wooden terrace, trees and sky. It’s gorgeous. I jump as something taps against the window and drag myself out of bed to check. If it’s a raccoon I’m getting on the next flight home. I pull my curtain back slowly, squinting as if that’ll protect me from whatever’s out there, but it turns out it’s just Bex. She’s wearing a Justin Bieber T-shirt (she says it’s ironic – I’m not so sure) and her school gym shorts. ‘What the hell are you doing?’ I ask her through the glass. She gestures at me to open the door, so I do before crossing the room and getting back in my bed. ‘Yoga!’ she says, bounding into my room like Tigger.
