Snake Bite
Dreams and Mornings
I’m starting this not knowing where it will go. I’m sat up on my bed, having just closed the window because it’s too cold. After a nice bout of sun and clear skies, today is grey and rainy. I am trying to get back into the habit of writing for the sake of writing, my muscles feel tight and out of practice. The space bar is jammed.
Began painting the red wall in the study white then found myself too tired and/or not bothered to keep going. I should perhaps wait for a warmer day that I can have the window open as to avoid the fumes. The dog that sleeps in my room kept waking me up at odd hours, whining about stranger noises, distant fireworks, until at 7am he started scratching at the door to be let out but simply letting him out wasn’t enough, he insisted I go with him, every time I tried to get back into bed he whined. So we walked up to the garden while the moka pot heated, it was drizzling, the flowers and trees seemed to delight in it. I grimaced, having walked out in slippers which were soaking up the small puddles. Wandered back inside, poured coffee, journaled short sentences. Lit candles and incense to fain sunlight.
For the last couple weeks, we have bought a whole chicken from the shops, I roast it at point point over the weekend. We don’t eat much so I break down the rest to go in a curry or soup, taking the bones and make stock. This process drives the dogs a bit mad, wandering the kitchen, crying over the smell that goes on for a few hours. Throw the bones into a food processor, getting every little bit I can out of it. Now, I have for years seen influencer types talk about the wonders of bone broth, I’d never made it before but the other day I threw some into a noodle dish, only to later learn the bone broth is a mild laxative. I should have known given influencers love of it! Those people are obsessed with laxatives! Lesson learned.
I had a dream last night that I was waiting around in a parking lot, trying to avoid people by looking at my phone. An attendant caught a snake rolled up in the corner, laughing, asking if I liked snakes, which I adamantly said I did not, but he kept holding it to my face, where it eventually bit me on the nose and the attendant still laughing asked if I would like to keep it. I kept saying no, that I did not like snakes. He put the snake into a box and abandoned it, my sister and I conflicted, knowing that if we were to leave the snake would die there, but also being terrified of the animal. We carried the box at an arms length to a friend of mine from school, who for some reason I knew would take it. The dream cut to something else, where I was climbing from building to building, like they were part of a set and I was King Kong. I was climbing, spying on a balcony where friends were having a dinner party. I kept thinking “Why are they having dinner without me?” and then the buildings had the same question painted on them, like café signs.
Thank you for reading,
Enya x