It was a dream. I was staying in her house, her children were everywhere and she had a new man. I was given my own room and wanting some privacy I thought I’d lock it. Which I did, along the side of the door but she burst right through, right through the middle without a by your leave. She was bored. He, her fella was bored. They lounged on the sofa in my room, and all the children who’d followed her in did the same. She wanted to go shopping for a clutch bag. I turned to see if her husband was interested in doing the same thing, he wasn’t. Her home space had changed, everything moved about even the exits and entrances. I was very disorientated. Her youngest son talked me through it. It was ordered but unfamiliar.
Daylight is just beginning to come through and it’s almost 7.30 am. Where did the light go? Yesterday was so nice. She is a delight. We talk of nothings and it is so easy. And she is so pretty, so petite, so light. The cafe was good, though initially it looked a little rough. Few people were in there, just a farmer in his wellies and another man in the corner. The windows were steamed up with the baking. But it warmed up and I relaxed. It was just new that’s all. And the sun came out and stayed with us all the way home.
Work now. I must write. I don’t know what yet. I will re-listen to our conversation. It will come. And it will be the best I can do. I promise.
