Inside the head of President Snow

Chapter3-nightmare

I wake up from my nightmare at 4:30 am. I tap my wrist six times. An avox arrives almost immediately. She brings in a bottle of water and a fresh night robe. I nod her off and undo the lid of my bottle. I sip slowly, it has been refrigerated so it's nice and cool down my throat.

In my nightmare, 1,705 dead tributes come at me, scraping at my door and then I walk out, open the doors and kill them all, with a wave of my hand. So it wasn't really a nightmare. I always win.

I put on the robe and walk out to the living area, turn on the screen and watch the replay channel, where they replay each Hunger Games by request. I choose Finnick's year. He was an outstanding tribute probably my favourite victor. And, best of all he showed no defiance, only respect. I skip to the moment where he spears his first tribute with his highly expensive sponsor gift, a trident. I like this part the most. He shows that the districts turn on their own. It's exciting.

It's 8am and I sit at the dining table for breakfast, I request coconut pancakes. Delicious.

They go down well, then when I'm finished, I walk to my room and put in a pair of black trousers and a crisp white shirt.

I'm itching for the reaping. This year will be fun to watch an exiting mix.