PARTY IN THE HEAD OF A 4AM COUCH SURFER:

Dreamed of snakes oozing out of every crack in a multi-coloured
cartoon country. A place with a name where everyone is happy,
playing with the slithering things like pets. Had enough of that,
woke myself up.

Moved to the sofa.

Dreamed of a different Technicolor country, somewhere I’ve been,
contrast turned up a little past ‘normal’. Smiling people,
but more laid back. A place where desert sand meets the sea.
Where towering red stone rocks absorb the worst of the sun’s rays
reflecting them reduced to a comfortable glow. Radiant faces
stroll between cacti, taking it for granted they grow twenty
stories high. Cafe’s appear when you need them, just by thinking,
clustered in cool enclaves, quiet, spiced, exotic, conversation
exactly right for a dancing pen.

(K)