The other night I dreamt we were shopping on Chapel Street, Windsor end.
We walked into a shop;
It was bright, with white walls, bamboo parquetry, and splashes of sunlight and red.
I tried on a cornflower blue dress, with a Givenchy-esque neckline.
It had a raw silk feel, it was not my style, really.
But it looked and felt great on,
Like one of those black tops that you try on and know immediately that you just have to buy it.
He tried on a white shirt.
Suddenly there was a photographer and bright lights.
A lot of shuffling around, trying on clothes.
And then we shouted an animated goodbye and walked out.
It reminded me of the time I had a dream about shopping in opp shops.
The entire dream I was rumaging through racks of candy-coloured, primary-coloured, kitsch, twee, J-pop, retro printed items.
And strangely, all the shops were on the basement level.
Somehow I didn't find anything I liked.
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The pendulum swings
Gravitating towards goodness.
Waking up to the sun peeking through gaps, skin and hair smelling like ylang ylang.
Laughing again, despite illness, sleep deprivation, restlessness, rain.
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And all she ever wanted was to be a special one.
The one who wore a poppy red coat
Amongst the sea of forgettable wintery blacks.
That she made a tiny imprint, etching a memory that would linger.
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