Bluebells in the wood,
countless flowers.

10.16pm
dog bark decrescendo
rain
sirens
Friday night

Sheets flicked back quickly across the bed
fluorescent light casting a yelowy glow
just sat down

Shreds of orange and lemon suspended in amber liquid
The pot bubbles
Eventually it sets

Her young voices cracks.
They said they don't want to be my friend anymore.
What can I do?

"Are they real?"

All of the animals are real but they are stuffed with fluff.

"Are they real?"