10 Nature

His eyes calm, level: ‘I had a dream last night I know now there is no such thing as the subconscious’. From under his bed crept this creature, darkening the space between floor and door. Its voice knew the crunch of broken biscuits: ‘I am Nature I have come to get you’. There he stood, suit pressed, tie straight, cheeks glowing pinkly from a close shave. I watch those eyes fix, then cloud. On his cluttered shelves the books play kiss, Locke on Education walking out in leather with a paperback doll: ‘Zazie dans le Métro’,