Pakari-Vixen

   A half eaten packet of biscuits. An empty mug with a few spoons rested inside, and a line of tea-coloured grime around the inner rim. The bed was surrounded by dirty cups and plates, by packets belonging to biscuits, chocolate, crisps, and other manners of rubbish. Upon the bed sat a bundle of duvets, sheets and pillows, almost with the distinct outline of a human form. It moved.   Harrie stirred from her sleep, moaning as her head poked out from under the covers. Her blonde hair was tousled with a heavy sleep-borne look, and her eyes squinted as the light hit them. She groaned, reached for her phone and pressed a few buttons to try and l