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"
What
a
thought
.
You
’
re
dreaming
before
you
’
re
asleep
.
"
"
You
’
re
working
so
hard
to
make
me
happy
.
I
can
’
t
get
past
into
you
.
Are
you
worried
?
"
A
strange
and
seeing
time
,
the
front
steps
of
sleep
.
"
Yes
,
I
’
m
worried
.
Does
that
reassure
you
?
I
wouldn
’
t
want
you
to
repeat
it
,
but
the
sky
is
falling
and
a
piece
of
it
fell
on
my
tail
.
"
She
had
drifted
sweetly
off
with
her
Panic
smile
.
I
slipped
my
arm
free
and
stood
between
the
beds
.
The
rain
was
over
except
for
roof
drip
,
and
the
quarter
-
moon
glistened
its
image
in
a
billion
droplets
.
"
Beaux
rêves
,
my
dearling
dear
.
Don
’
t
let
the
sky
fall
on
us
!
"
My
bed
was
cool
and
oversoft
but
I
could
see
the
sharp
moon
driving
through
the
sea
-
fleeing
clouds
.
And
I
heard
the
ghost
-
cry
of
a
bittern
.
I
crossed
the
fingers
of
both
hands
—
King
’
s
X
for
a
little
while
.
Double
King
’
s
X
.
It
was
only
a
pea
that
fell
on
my
tail
.
If
the
dawn
came
up
with
any
thunder
,
I
didn
’
t
hear
it
.
All
golden
green
it
was
when
I
came
to
it
,
dark
of
heather
and
pale
with
fern
and
yellowy
red
with
wet
dune
sand
,
and
not
far
away
the
Atlantic
glittering
like
hammered
silver
.
A
twisted
gaffer
oak
beside
our
house
had
put
out
near
its
root
a
lichen
big
as
a
pillow
,
a
ridge
-
waved
thing
of
gray
pearly
white
.
A
curving
graveled
path
led
among
the
small
township
of
doll
houses
to
the
shingled
bungalow
that
had
spawned
them
all
.
Here
were
office
,
postcards
,
gifts
,
stamps
,
and
also
dining
room
with
blue
-
checkered
tablecloths
where
we
dolls
could
dine
.
The
manager
was
in
his
counting
house
,
checking
some
kind
of
list
.
I
had
noticed
him
when
we
registered
,
a
man
of
wisped
hair
and
little
need
to
shave
.
He
was
a
furtive
and
a
furthy
man
at
once
,
and
he
had
so
hoped
from
our
gaiety
our
outing
was
clandestine
that
I
nearly
signed
his
book
"
John
Smith
and
wife
"
to
give
him
pleasure
.
He
sniffed
for
sin
.
Indeed
he
seemed
to
see
with
his
long
tender
nose
as
a
mole
does
.
"
Good
morning
,
"
I
said
.
He
leveled
his
nose
at
me
.
"
Slept
well
?
"
