Cold winds blow through my wide open window.
Freezing in this moment; I look and listen.
You’re asleep. Outspoken in your dream.
An electric shiver up my back.
A foot kicks out. A cat climbs on.
Floating uphill I have been taken by the night.
A technicolour sky and bright green grass.
The tightrope bridge falls and I with it.
The cat jumps down. You’ve farted.