I set my alarm at a different colour and got up at an unusual shade of morning - I didn’t like it so it is back to the rainbow tomorrow. I had early morning jobs to do so as June prepared for an interstellar flight to town I wore my own space suit (pink and orange with a model railway on the back) in the deep space garden. I came in when the air raid siren sounded and painted in the shelter as capital letters flew overhead, silhouetted against a handwritten sky. She spoke through a hair brush and then a fine tooth comb and I listened (or pretended to) without wires. I was still listening to the imagined sounds found in an enforced silence when she came back; her bags full of moon rock and a fossilised impression left by a primate’s tail swishing in primeval Martian mud.