Last Friday, I woke up very early because my mouth was as dry as the Sahara desert. so I rolled out of the warmth of my bed. As soon as the duvet swept of my pyjamas, the cold breeze hit me. I crept down the rickety stairs, not wanting to wake anyone up. As I stepped into the room, I noticed nothing one thing. A strange Victorian hat with a maroon feather on the side. I thought it was Dad's as his job always has goofy dress up parties. He doesn't usually mind me putting his costume on. Suddenly a bright light shone. Everyone had on of these hats. It was the Victorian era.