You dreamt in the purple world. You would fall asleep in the faintly squirming sea of bodies, and there dream your dreams. One such dream, you lived in a cottage, on a hill overlooking the sea.

With your lover you tended the garden about, keeping your roses alive against the salt in the air. Your vegetables thrived and your kitchen smelled richly of fresh herbs; basil, lavender, rosemary, vervain. The grass was greenest in the Autumn, when the ground was warm and moist and life was fattening itself for its Winter sleep.

A crack in the window let a strange wind in, but you didn’t mind. It brought an eeriness you warmed to, under the eiderdown. A treat! Yoghurt with our honey. And oh, the creaminess of all the sweetness.