If there’s one thing that’s gonna be my downfall, it’s this.

I’ve managed to keep it secret so far.

But this thing has been following be all day.

I saw it at the office, so I hid in the toilet.

I saw it on the train, so I pulled my scary over my face.

I saw it on the bus, so I engaged in conversation with an old lady - about cats too.

Every, I see it.

A little buzzing drone.

With a party hat on top.

It’s got me cornered now, in the middle of a meeting. It’s hovering just above us all.

The static crackles, and the crackly pre recorded voice starts to come out.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy-“

I try and block it out, pretend it isn’t for me, it isn’t me, but everyone is looking now, joining in.

“Happy birthday to you”