Standing in the doorway, she thought it was... a piece of cake lying on the floor, but when she looked closer she realised it was in fact not hundreds and thousands on icing but the glitter of false eyelashes still attached to an eye “Fuck, that's my eye,” she said squinting, so with one eye closed she.... tried to pick it up and slipped on a puddle a blood and as she was about to crash on the floor, she woke up! Fuck me, what a horrible nightmare, I am never eating two burritos before bedtime.

(Latest in the consequences series of group writing that my writing workshop finish off with each session where we take it in turns writing a bit each.

Thanks together to Andy N, Amanda, Mike. Ant, Kev, Antonia, Reggie and Sara for making it so much fun)