Written 29 December 2018
Vaguely aware her arm was dead, Holly rolled onto her side and fell back to sleep.
Samantha had thought getting the sleeper would be the best option. Cheap. Quiet. Unfortunately for her, Hogmanay was approaching, and Edinburgh was apparently the place to be for hard up millenials. The man next to her snored and smelt like pencils.
Shahnab hadn't slept a wink. Next door was apparently starting New Years early. She didn't want to cause a fuss. Her neighbours hadn't been the most pleasant to her since she moved in.
Pearl couldn't sleep. She had lost her second sleeping bag, and it was a chilly night. Two nights before that guy Jock had tried to get into the bag with her, and she’d been forced to flee. She had managed to get into a shelter, but it was still very cold.
Hilda was awoken by Mike, reeking of champagne and perfume. Another boys night out. Another strip club. Probably another STD.
Samara hadn't slept at all. Her baby had been coughing all night, and she was overcome with worry.
Holly awoke with a jolt as three teenagers raced mopeds down her street. Her arm had completely gone to sleep.