When the aliens landed I stayed in bed. I know that might have appeared short-sighted, but when you’d been to as many landings as I had one more seemed inconsequential, and how was I to know that would be it for me – the last last chance express of this miserable planet? I remember the time on my digital clock…

I dream of the other place – the one where the real me no longer exists. The Sun beats down and warms my skin, and the sounds of laughter swell around me, like the wave-ridden beaches I once visited. I feel the touch of sand on skin and dip sunburnt feet into ice-chilled Atlantic waters, soaking up the naivety of mortality. I’ll always be too young to understand why he did it,…