I got up too early and found June coiled into a spring inside a fob watch case; I had a breakfast in a caddy field watching faces emerge from the water and rise upwards, their lips imitating fish mouths - I noticed the little girl in a large dress was clapping from the safety of a history book (I was surprised to find it was written in prehistory). After jumping up and down inside a glass jar, June and I went out for a plastic bag dinner. We took the healing snake route to town after we found the inn on horseback was full. We found a restaurant in a snail shell (with red lip windows and unhearing ears for doors) and then waited too long for our meal. We came home together (June normally takes a diversion down shopping aisles) followed by antelope royalty effortlessly jumping between the clouds.