Did you hear the possums last night? Up in the roof? she says.
Sorry, I say, I didn’t.
It sounded like a stampede. Like a wild party.
Why weren’t we invited? I chuckle. Nah, I was asleep.
I forgot, she says. You sleep deep.
I had a dream, I say.
Now you’re sounding like Martin Luther King. What was yours?
I was swimming laps in the pool a week before lock-down. I was the only one there. I came out feeling exhausted but exhilarated. That’s when I came in to see you.
You better have a shower then, she says.
You smell of chlorine.
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