“I heard Robbie’s snuffling little snores and thought maybe I was on a sleepover at his house, till I blinked and saw a mass of leaves. This is twenty-second-century Peebles and I’m up a tree, I told myself. No dream, no joke!
For a while I lay there, feeling lazy and cosy. I remembered the wolf howls of last night. Now that all seemed like a dream. Digging up the time capsule seemed like a dream too, till I stretched out my hand and there it was.
I could see Robbie’s shape under his blanket, still sleeping, dreaming he was at home probably. “Wakey-wakey,” I whispered. “Time for breakfast.” I crawled over and tickled his toes. He groaned. Robbie is the kind of boy who can sleep all night and half the next day. But I was wide awake, starving and didn’t fancy picking plums alone. “Breakfast,” I whispered, loudly.
“I’ll have pancakes,” he grunted.
“Try again.” I tickled him under his arms.
User Reviews: