Midnight

Midnight. Paul Roland's Sarabande / Roaring Boys album reissue. Miniature beers. Old photos. A cup of tea. A lamp on the floor. An old horror comic from the 1970s. Cream curtains with the texture of rubber. Deodorant. A hair brush. A bottle of black ink. A bottle of white ink. A book called Dancing in the Dark I bought in Worcester in either 1998 or 1999. Snake-horse the draught excluder. A sock. A broken wine glass. And if I opened the windows and lean out, would there be the passage between this house and the coffee shop, or dark and endless fields lined by hedges and dead trees under impossibly starred skies? Time for sleep. Work tomorrow.