Dreams have escaped through the window, outside which I can hear the birds chirping.
The window is open and I’m breathing in the brisk early morning air.
The branches of the tree outside are growing higher and in a few years will invite themselves inside the house.
But we won’t be waking up here anymore then.
Somebody else will be dreaming their dreams in this bedroom…
I turn my head towards the window and see the soft sun rays and the leaves shivering in the wind.
A cold, pervasive, annoying wind that brings Autumn.
Time to take our coats out of the wardrobe.