The Writer Awakens

She felt someone touch her shoulder.

‘It’s time to wake up from your slumber, miss’ said Joyce.

She stirred. She awoke.

Joyce smiled. ‘That’s right, miss. You can open your eyes now,’

She blinked. Once.

Twice.

Again.

Her view was now in focus. ‘Where have I been?’

‘That is something only you can explain,’ Joyce replied. ‘Tell me, miss. Where did you go?’