# 1

Nola opened her eyes instinctively just after seven o’clock only to realise that this was not her bed. She stood up and looked around. He was still fast asleep. She got up quietly put on her orange dress and closed the bedroom door behind her. The living room was spacious and opened up to a big window overlooking the street outside. Two half-empty glasses of wine were laying on the table next to a silver ashtray full of cigarette buts. One of the glasses had her lipstick marks on its tip. He head felt heavy; suddenly she wanted to know the exact time of day, and day of the week and even month and year of her life. She went by the window and leaned her head over to the glass. A suited man got into his car, slowly un-parked and drove off. Nola looked at the large empty parking space and started crying.

As she was leaving, she stopped and stood by the doorway to look up in the sky. It was a clear sunny morning.