I got up so early I felt sure I saw myself still lying in bed; I turned over as I dressed. June was already downstairs in earnest conversation with a kettle (this had a tiny figure wrapped round it like a dryad embracing a tree while it is being cut down). I spoke to a couple of saucepans and then went out. The tall bus snorkeled its way though even taller trees and I swam on board - I noticed the mermaids were wearing shoes on their hands, I didn’t ask where their gloves were. I met the old man in a grammatical house, he sat upright as an exclamation while I reclined on a question mark. He showed me a photograph of a seagull inside an ice cube as I dropped a fairy tern into my hot drink - the drink would later migrate to the other side of the world.