‘Hannah, bedtime! Fifth time I say this!’
yelled Hannah’s mother, exasperated.
‘Goin’ mum!’
Hannah was quite proud of her room’s tidiness. It was a nice place to be, her room, and very cosy. She didn’t really want to go to bed, but her mother wouldn’t be happy to see her up so late.
All of a sudden, she felt herself being pulled by an invisible strength. She...