this time tomorrow


after my second game of tennis

in a very long time

i lay down for a nap

while strange music played

and i drifted away

on a strange little boat

vanishing into mist

with voices surrounding

my confused, tired body.

later, the album finished

a familiar bassline marked a change in tack

i found myself dragged mercilessly

from the loving waves

and back into our brightly coloured sofa.