Last night I slept upside down in my bed, head under the rain pounding on the skylight. We did that a lot when we were kids, and moving our beds to other positions; it gives a different perspective. I remember telling my dad I sometimes imagined that I was standing on the ceiling, walking around the light fittings. He said he used to do that too.

It’s nice to move away from what is everyday. With nothing behind my head but air, I felt free.