In my dream we’re tumbled together and the names change and we’re not frightened.

In my dream she lifts a small black fungus: heart shaped. Construction continues.

In my dream they mention how they like something “silly and middle of the road like rosé”. “Oh.. that’s me” I say, accidentally dumping an iced glass of rosé over the desk and speakers.

In my dream he’s nearby.

In my dream no more delay: it is time to walk the miniatures of the five lofts I’ve been hired to build back across the fields.

In my dream it’s blown but I am in joy.

In my dream the buildings in the courtyard are close together and brightly gelatinous.

In my dream overgrown.

In my dream the chemist’s living room is full of old cool stuff.

In my dream across all the roofs of the town ranging in size from a bird to a building: snow vampires.