Dream



Wide dark room. Seated woman talks to us for 1/2 hour in turn about our writing. I talk with another woman. Make to interrupt, then check myself. 2nd woman tells me there's a place I can go, up street. He's alright, I'm told. Walk bickering with Jon, go our separate ways, within view of big store. Inside house, white walls, dressing-gowned shrunk man. He goes upstairs, I run down. Slip door closed behind me using lintel sill, as dog nears. Turn and find another door. No handle. I am trapped.