Dream

In Hannah's house - husband a little dubious. I put my head beneath the duvet - all well lit - kiss her lips and rest my head on the sheet. 'For goodness's sake!' she says. It feels good to rest my head on the mattress.

I am pulling on my t-shirt when her husband walks in - a shrunken non-descript figure. I can't think of a reason I should be changing shirts.

I leave the room and walk to the lavatory.


Eight pm Neighbours is allowing swearing.
Toadfish: For fuck's sake, Harold.
I run to show my brother.


We are competitive. He holds a thin snake by the tail and lowers it into his mouth. I demand he open his shirt. Its head peeps out from behind his clothes.