DOG ATE PIGS IN BLANKETS:

A fragile bubble of calm, low hum of traffic, life & all it’s
infections creeps back into the soundscape. Blissed-out, hold
the schedule, still the voice. Gentle cocoon of grey light
come wrap around, whispers quietly respectful of sleepers dreaming
beneath duvets. House moves silently, doors knocked with considerate
knuckles, conversations without pressure exchanged in murmurs.
An encroachment of frustrated tension winds up preparing to explode.

‘The Days of Pearly Spencer’

(K)