A Sea Dream ?

Mikey scrambled to the staked fencing, hoof-clawing at the sides of the enclosure without success. He did not want to be on this side. Not really knowing why he did not want to be here was a fleeting thought as he tried to jump the fence’s height. He could not even get half way up but he tried several more times before giving up and laying there in the trodden clumps of mud. A half of a carrot was sticking almost straight up right near his head. The green top was slightly bent by a cake of old mud. He gobbled it before the others saw it and was satisfied to lay and digest. But, first he looked around for more… then lay back, cooling his stomach in the smoothed rut he had made by falling so many times. He rolled to the left and rolled to the right and fell out of the bed, banging his elbow and dropping his cigarette from his lips, and he exclaimed an ouch.

‘Keep quiet, you. I’s tryin’ ta get some sleep after all dat lovin’ yer puts me true…’.

Mikey rose to sitting and looked at her brown back glistening in the humidity of the room. He looked around the room, first, up at the overhead fan slowly turning with a slight creak and wobble, then to the balconied terrace through the tall shuttered wall of doors. Palm drooped in the heat just at the bottom of the balcony reflected in wet white floor tiles. The sky was greyish, a light greyish.