Dreaming I am in the living room. There are balls of wool unravelled by my feet, all different colours, some wrapped around my ankles. I think the kids have been playing with them, but there is wool everywhere. The doorbell rings; I am concerned as I don’t want anyone to come round and see the mess everywhere. I answer the door to find my cousin standing there. I keep looking back to make sure Jasper isn’t about to run out; I keep the door just slightly ajar. I…
Tag: Wool
Poem
Dreaming I am up high above the ground, either flying in some way or being shown the view below. (It reminds me of a scene from Harry Potter where Harry flies around on a broomstick during a game of Quidditch.) I can see all around the coast and recognise a cove I’ve always wanted to visit. I remember that recently, someone got hurt jumping from there; I can see why, it’s not tall enough to jump from. I’m in some…