Ramadan

We have a Ramadan routine.

Wake up at eight, go to class, come home, wait to eat. We're prepared by half six; vegetables chopped, rice cooking and sauces bubbling away. We plate up at five to, and when seven finally comes around, we gorge ourselves on the food we've been avoiding all day. And then we stay up late; we eat and laugh and watch so many alien documentaries that I do not know what to believe anymore.

But lying on the sofa in a crumpled heap of four bodies and a duvet, I couldn't be happier.