dead in her mined & cold to the bone,she woke and found she was alone

i walked along beside her. i kept looking around,hoping lots of pople would see me with my new friend.i saw our shadows bobbing along behind us,mine little,hers tall and slender,her long hair flowing and waving in the wind.our arms were linked again so that our shadows were siamese twins.i pritended jasmins shadow was mine.i wondered what it would be like to be her ,i emagened what her flat would be like,lavishly funashing it in my emaganation,giving it purple-velvat curtains and crimson sofas,scattering persion rugs on the polished wooden floor and hanging cranberry and black chandeliers from the ceiling.

the real flat was a disapointment,almost as beige and boring as my own home-neutral colours,corduroy-covered chairs with floral designes,and inspid watercolour prints on the paial walls.'oh its lovely', i said as politly as possible.'no its not',said jasmine as if she could see right through my lie.'none of this stuff is ours.it comes with the flat.it's weard,it's always the same sort of stuff no matter which flat we're in.come in to my bedroom.that has got some of my things in it.'

i thought it was the most wonderful bedroom in the world,although i knew marnie and terry would scoff.