morning sun streams in through the lace curtains. sleep sits softly in my veins still, and I am quiet. The cat sits on the windowsill, and every hair on his body glows in the sun.

it is growing dark. the sun sets silently behind the houses. i type away, focused on the glowing screen in front of me. when I sit back and lean my elbows against my knees i am struck by the texture of my hands in the darkened room. the skin is healthy and glows in the cool light from the laptop, but every single line and crease in my knuckles seems graven in stone. i can even see all the lines and nicks in my ring.

i am walking along a path near a sacred site in west cork. all the stones in the path have been lined up carefully, so as to guide the walker along. the rocks are a beautiful shade of reddish brown, which is uncharacteristic for the area. i come to a fork in the path. to my left the path continues, straight and flat. to my right, the path goes up a very steep bank and dissapears over the top of the hill. i choose the straight and flat path, and continue walking. eventually i come to the fork in the road again, and this time i notice that there are small pieces of quartz embedded into the steps that lead up the steep path. i think to myself that the quartz might be a signpost, so i begin climbing up the steep steps. eventually i come to a river, and tom and i are lying down in the river with our white feather duvet around us. i am cosy and warm. we look out across the river and watch a giant hairy beast washing himself in the water. then our friend noah comes to guide us and I spend a long time trying to get my hair into two perfect ponytails.

i am sitting at the kitchen table, with the cat purring on my lap. the sun is pouring into the room. i am blinded by the sun, but i don’t move my chair. instead, i close one eye and look across at tom. hundreds of points of light dance between us, swirling like galaxies.

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