A tall stack of mattresses ... All types, brands and colors. He looks up - up - up - following a subconscious pattern of connected mattresses ... At the very top sits an old lady. Stern and resolute. She sees someone looking her way.

This is not The Princess and The Pea. Sonnyboy.
I have just metamorphosed.
I have just discovered artificial water ...

Two songbirds sit in a tree performing a balancing act. Deisel truck noise in background. Sun almost set. Monday Night Baseball on ... Dodgers were down 8 to 2 but just scored two runs on a double to take the lead ... more people show up. He can't quite put his finger on what or where ... an internal feeling ... runners on base, a hit ... caught in a run down between first and home ... she's still up there and the crowd's gotten much larger, a continuous line. People arrive with cups and clammer for a drink ... the first baseman knows all he has to do is touch the bag, runner is out.

I am convinced that the motion of a hummingbird - outside - amongst flowers - and reflection of window glass on rain ... tail feathers flipping to and fro - suspending the small body in space ...... is an image brought on by this latest rain ...

No, basically, she likes it there.