In my dream I’d baked a cake, one which someone described as very wordy. A word cake. A word-full cake. Another someone put a piece in my mouth to try. Life bleeding in to that other life.
We’re watching Shadowlands again. He can’t remember it, and though I can, many of the details seem new. AH is mesmerising and I don’t use that word lightly. His eyes are white-blue. They sear.
