A lime and raspberry daiquiri fell out of my dream last night and hid itself in the cot I kept rolled up. For guests. Thirst was the second thing on my mind. The first was addressing the issue of Montepellier's hound who, for the sixth time this week, was at my ankles. In through the out door and now in my garden of spilled clothing round my feet.
The early morning hours are mine to spend, but I rarely buy for one. I share my frustration with my heel against the hounds paw and he whimpers away to a dimmer corner. Waiting for signs of sleep. To itch my skin and curl the hairs of my shins again. I lean and stretch the way I remember Jane Fonda on BetaMax. Before I understood the appeal of shimmer tights.
Cartilage cracking is really only the pop of bubbles within the tissue. The world wide web has also assured me that arthritis cannot be so generated. But endorphins can. The rush of warmth through the compressing spine is probably nothing compared to the flush on her cheeks when she popped the thin plastic around the candy tin's lip.
I could bet money that she would blush as tremendously crushing a pocket vole, nest and all, in her creame complexioned fist. Body temperate saliva wakes me. Slapping against the thick painted drawing cooked into the shirt front. I excuse myself the indiscretion for the sake of the guests. They offer blank and darkness dilated pupils instead of allowance.
Classical music is not really classical. They've insisted in the past, but I am in a rare mood for conversation and the hound is snoring machine like. I turn the radio dial to static. Before turning it on. If every person could listen to every song they liked at once it would be unpleasant. For everyone who preferred talk radio.
Snoring ceases and my toes curl happily in my off white garden. The neighbor has retrieved his mongrel and the cot, well soaked within, is making a fine chair for someone. On its outs. A shift in the air before my face tells me the door has come free of its jamb. And maybe I can defray my hosting duties to the reedy and ill mannered new arrival.
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