I. ‘I open my eyes to the familiar whirring of the creaky old fan at my feet. Sunlight has managed to break through the defenses and it crawls across the room, letting long fuzzy shadows creep along the walls. I should have got thicker curtains when I had the chance but now it’s a bit late for that. It’s past noon already and I know that my daily breakfast ritual of muesli and yogurt awaits me. It is practical and I’m glad that I don’t have to bother my brain immediately with the thought of what to feed myself next. I set about getting my bearings on the day as I try and wobble out of bed but the...