I was out as early as possible from the hover house overlooking the boat yard - this is where the seventeen children I once was grew fruit and then secretly ate them. I went out in desert clothes and was surprised when I came back with bits of the tropical rain forest attached to my overalls. With these same clothes I went to the factory in search of a chimney to smoke.
It was a bitterly cold day and there was a whole queue of us space refugees walking along the knife blade edge. Smoke emanated from the top hat I was wearing and the fairies wished themselves into existence before annihilating each other with bursts of negative energy. I paced around the cold space as memories of fifteen previous lives sorted themselves according to density.
When I poked my head through the autumn lit kaleidoscopic membrane I saw the day coiled like a moth’s tongue. As it unwound I danced a slow dance in the vault where cold hands are kept in wine bottles. I stayed for extra time and saw the ball kicked into the back of the silent night net while my colleague threw himself from an aeroplane pinned to the ceiling.
A tree was felled in the living room as I pogosticked down the gilded stairs. I took the jeep out for a walk as the dog drove the general to his next ladies tea party. I only had time to recite a few verses of the clockwork bible before going down the road on battery power. The evening billowed like the wings of a rock group. I stuffed a classical sonata down my jumper.
Out climbing the filaments of temporal feathers in the morning. I rowed back, put my arms into as many glove puppets as I could and then dashed out again. After exchanging hoolahoops I came home and saw my coffin telephone on my dinner plate. I spit out several messages.
When I was unpegged from the clothes line I walked with the baby to the amoeba lakes - I was surprised to see the house of toffees and brown cardigans derelict and roofless. I missed my connection and was later found sleeping on a pool table. I had two pages of dry cider and then walked home.
Poppy and I went for a long walk (this after going up a ladder and coming down a snake) to the younger person lakes - the first time since an older age set in. The dog wore sandals and I was dressed as a Spartan soldier. All cars travelling to Artists Way had big grins attached to their bumpers. I went out alone in the evening.