My Diary: Feeling Lonely With A Goldfish Bowl Over My Head

June pulled herself off the plastic aircraft kit sprue‭ (‬I think she was part of the undercarriage‭) ‬before I had emerged from my tub of wooden bricks.‭ ‬She was morphing into a pattern on the floor when I descended from our nimbostratus cloud bedroom.‭ ‬I had purposely dressed as a zebra but we,‭ ‬of course,‭ ‬greeted as giraffes.‭ ‬I went into the garden as the silences in a piece of music and stayed there most of the day,‭ ‬counting the number of eyes in a peacock’s tail and then waiting for them to all close in turn.‭ ‬June had gone shopping dressed as an early form of pyramid and subsequently came home as the Mausoleum of Halicarnassus.‭ ‬As she pulled a wine bottle out of a pencil case I piled paper thin memories on top of each other‭ ‬-‭ ‬always aware that a sudden draught would blow them apart again.

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