🛏️Snoozy's bedroom

I was woken at an hour I did not agree with.

"Lanterns!" Squirmy was already dancing on the spot, which is Squirmy's way of standing still. "All the way down the path! All day! Are you coming? Come on, Snoozy, it's the best day of the whole year —"

"It is dark," I said, "outside."

I was cranky. I know the signs by now: everything sounds too loud, and the nicest fluff in Candyfloss Land sounds loudest of all. So I sat on the edge of the bed and did three slow yawns before I said anything else, because the first thing a tired fluff says is hardly ever the thing they meant to say.

I heard about Rainbow at about twenty past six and by twenty-two past six I was in Snoozy's bedroom.

"Lanterns! All the way down the path! All day! Are you coming? Come on, Snoozy, it's the best day of the whole year —"

"It is dark," said Snoozy, "outside."

And it was. It was properly dark. I had not noticed, because when the fizz is up I do not notice things like what time it is or whether a fluff who needs more sleep than anybody in Candyfloss Land has had any.