This could be any day. This is every day.
It’s 6:30am and the dreaded buzz that jarringly pulls me from the land of the blissfully unaware to reality fills my ears. At that moment, the daily internal debate about getting up versus getting more sleep is the most pressing thing in my world.
But, by the same awfully early hour, police in Australia have already attended the scenes of 195 incidents of domestic violence.
Sleepy and grumpy at the alarm’s intrusion into my pleasant dream, I press snooze once. Twice.
Police attend another nine cases while I doze in my comfy, warm bed.
By the time I leave my desk for my first hit of caffeine around 10:30am, the tally has risen to 315.
The statistics are shocking.
Especially because we never hear anything about the vast majority of these cases.
The cases we do hear about are the ugliest of them all – the ones that, after escalating violence and ongoing threats, end in a bloody murder.
Around 59 women across the country have allegedly been killed by violence so far this year.
Like Nikita Chawla, 23, whose throat was allegedly slit by husband Parminder Singh in a jealous rage.
And 39-year-old mother of two Adelle Collins, whose former boyfriend allegedly broke into her home and stabbed her to death.
Or mother-to-be Fabiana Palhares, who was allegedly bludgeoned to death with a tomahawk by her estranged boyfriend, 34-year-old Brock Wall.
And, disturbingly, the number of domestic violence incidents is on the rise (although whether it’s due to increased reporting or increased incidents, police don’t know).