Good morning, Alice.
There was the the siren of a fire engine far off. Alice blinked and the stars on her ceiling winked back. She looked down, all her pillows were on the floor as was she, her face against a damp sheet. She re-arranged herself and blinked at the 'stick -ons' on her dresser. Someone is missing, she half-thought to herself. But the heat was so great her eyes slowly closed again watery colors caressing her.
