Light as feather
Light as feather Eyes open to the neon red waves streaming in, undulating colubrine line, slithering across the pale waxed ceiling, cars purring outside in the wintry autumn like slumbering cats, all curled up, outside in that radiating coldness, my fingers poke out and recoil from the icy air, I get up, toes touching the warm carpet, tip- toeing, pirouetting across the floor, dancing to the rhythm ring cling click of a bicycle that strol- led by it’s only just 5 a m.