Monday, 26 May 2014

Scarves and socks

Last night featured two work supervisors. The first was Kirsty who I sat next to on a bench in a town square. It was a sunny day but for some reason, she was wearing a knitted scarf. 

Kirsty started to put her head on my shoulder and fall asleep. I nudged her and stood up to walk away but her scarf had become entangled with my arm. 

After spending ages getting loose, I walked off around the square passing a bank. Two old men with walking sticks were just behind me and were saying how poor they were. I decided to ignore them. 

Lastly Ricky was in my bedroom. I'd woken up and he was standing at the end of my bed looking at me. He spoke and said, "Can I borrow some socks?"

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