Wayne was already up; I could hear him whistling to himself in the bathroom. I went back to my room and put on some clothes, and then went downstairs for breakfast. Mum and Dad were already up and they gave me funny looks when I walked in. Mum was wearing an old bridesmaid’s gown because I had cut up all her normal clothes. Dad was already dressed for work. ‘How are you feeling?’ Mum asked, and from that sympathetic look she gave me, I knew she thought I’d gone mental. I shrugged. It must be hard, thinking your daughter’s a nutcase. She poured some cornflakes into a bowl and put them in front of me, but I wasn’t hungry. ‘Do you want some toast?’ she asked. I shook my head. Dad put down his coffee cup. ‘Mel,’ he began, speaking to me as if I was holding a loaded gun or something. ‘Do you want to tell us what you were doing with your mum’s clothes last night?’ ‘I was sleepwalking, honestly,’ I moaned.
