Small Town Films Part 3

I woke up in the garden. I couldn’t work out how I got there. My balance was playing up, and some of my key functions were missing. I tried running some memory recall cycles to see if I could relearn how to right myself.

For a moment I understood something about the world-

then it disappeared.

Woken by noises on the roof, I looked out across the back garden, down the street towards the seafront.

Urban wildlife.

I went back to bed.

No longer separate, but part of everything that moves.