I am fantasising about a holiday.
My face is the greyish colour and texture of a used dishcloth, and my body feels like the shape of Humpty Dumpty so I daren't look in the mirror to check if' that's so or not.
I am sleepy, because I have to get up and give Whippersnapper his insulin injection early in the morning and once I've done that it's too late to go back to bed.
I just keep thinking about those holiday postcards from hot countries- one big stripe of bright blue across the top, joining a big stripe of bright yellow across the bottom.
Sand and sea