Finn heard a noise at his bedroom door.
His eyes flicked open in the dark.
A little voice piped up. ‘I need a drink.’
‘Come over here,’ Finn whispered.
Mummy walked over and stood next to his bed.
‘I’m thirsty,’ she said, far too loudly.
‘Where’s your drink bottle?’ Finn asked, still whispering.
‘It fell down the side of my bed, and I can’t reach it.’
Finn sighed. ‘Come on, I’ll get it for you.’
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