I looked at my clock. It was nine o’clock. I hadn’t woken up this late since I could remember. Not since I’d started surfing that’s for sure. It suddenly dawned on me. I wasn’t allowed to go surfing today.I rolled out of bed and went to my window. I slowly opened the curtains. The light was fine. I didn’t react to it, like yesterday. I’m better I thought.I wobbled my way to the kitchen. Aunt Jean was sitting at the bench.‘Morning, Julie. Do you feel well enough to be up?’‘So far so good.’‘Toby’s still in bed. How are you feeling?’‘Better. I’m hungry.’‘That’s a good sign. Sit down. I’ll get you some breakfast.’‘I can get it. I’m not that weak.’‘No, no, it’d be better if you take it easy. Enjoy the service while you can,’ Aunt Jean laughed and went to the cupboard for a bowl. ‘Has Kate rung?’‘Yesterday. I told her you wouldn’t be surfing for a couple of days.’‘I feel heaps better.’‘Julie.’‘I know, I know,’ I said impatiently.‘I told your friends you wouldn’t be able to go to the rave, either.’‘I’m glad.’‘I thought you wanted to go?’‘Not really.
