The lecture was about breast cancer. I was sitting in my room, listening to the live streaming option. I was too lazy to thread out to Tullamore Hospital, about half an hour’s walk from the bed and breakfast I was currently living in.
The lecture was boring. My eyes started to feel heavy. I dozed off.
I heard a knock and a girl walked in. It was Hermione. I thought it was a dream.
What the heck was she doing in my room?
“Errr, hi there,” she said furtively.
My mouth was still half open.
I realized that I wasn’t dreaming.
“I thought this was my room,” she explained.
“I was given this room last night,” I said.
“Oh, there must have been a mixup, I’ll go check with Maria,” she said hurriedly leaving my room.
I went back to sleep.
That was almost a nightmare.
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