“Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite,” my Mother cooed as she pulled the covers up, cocooning me, “And remember…”, she started.
“Don’t open the curtains, yeah, I remember,” I interrupted. She smiled, blew me a kiss and left the room.
Curiosity got to me, I pulled the warming covers away and got out of bed; I just had to see… It had been a week since Mum had begun telling me not to open the curtains.
I grabbed the red velvet fabric in my hands, took a deep breath and ripped them open.
“Billy? Please let me in, ” my Granddad pleaded, shivering in the icy cold snowy weather.