Bubbles of ochre light from the motorway have become too invasive to ignore, and you begin to recognise that this is one of those mornings when rolling over and faceplanting in the cushion is not an option. It’s Monday, of the second week of term and your class timetable has been… Lost? Changed? Reprogrammed? Eaten?
There are almost certainly no classes today, in English Lit, Computer Science or Anxiety, the three A level classes that you are studying, but tomorrow and the day after that; who knows?
Maybe you should just stay in bed? (goto 04)
Perhaps you could ask at the student office? (goto 07)
Or alternatively you could make yourself a delicious breakfast. (goto 10)