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.