Vision Twenty Twenty

Midst of the night, clamour for silence embarassed glances through a cracked door are answered by pitch black's velvet echo, enquire of the ice, interogate a cold, dead tree. The last taxi blinks down a skating road close the door...click the lock, hollow...shut ! Turn head to pillow, pull the duvet high close aching eyes, fingers reach as my palm opens, release, calm, my back eases into the sheet creases and I stretch...tight. The remaining tablets lie abandoned, silver foil ajar water sends it's last bubble prayer and sleep, chemical sleep is the predicted reaction and dreams arrive like the floor show as the red curtain reveals the dust laden beam from behind your head playing moving pictures on the patient screen. A bulb fuses and darkness is ...out. At dawn stealing in with the sun the cat arrives through the swinging flap, fox brown guiness black, eyes twinkle, a cry for chicken, long elastic legs and her nose nuzzles your outstretched hand, performance equals reward as you lay the table upon your return.