My New Flat

I am living on an estate. My Mum and Dad are there, living together. My Mum is sitting in an armchair in her white night gown knitting. My brother Ed lives with them still. I go round because it’s Christmas. I give my mum a hug and a kiss. It’s not very tidy, it looks dark and cramped. I don’t think my Dad has managed to get rid of much.

I see a flat. It’s mine, I’m living there. The furniture is all in the same style. It is metal and painted silver frames with beige imitation wood. Flat pack stuff. The walls are light magnolia. There is a lot of it. I love all the shadows the metal work is casting on the wall. The kitchen is off the lounge. I don’t see a bedroom. There is a gas hob in the lounge. I keep trying to blow it out but it keeps reigniting.

I can see spiders. I am in my flat I look up at the ceiling and the long leg of a spider dangling from a cobweb. I am holding a spider, I’m afraid it’s going to bite me. It’s very big and hairy.

I am walking through the estate, I think I am catching a bus. I see Emma, a girl my sister went to school with, she used to live down the road. There is also another person with us, a girl, but I don’t know who. I think I may have gone back to school, and I may be singing again.

I am taking a walk. To look at some other houses. I find this one place, on a board walk. Someone has painted their ideal home on the wall. This would be the persons second home. It reminds me of one I saw on Escape to the Country the other day, which was a renovated cottage, part of which was a dove cote.

While I am looking at this painting a dog runs up to me. He is barking a lot. It is Barney. He has just had a hair cut. I can see his skin is very pink and his nose is runny. I feel his neck and he is very warm. I consider taking him to a vet and leaving the bill with the owners. I want to take him somewhere with me, but there is another dog there and he keeps barking at it.