It’s midnight, the birds chirp in their sleep, the moon is a prickly old bastard.
Mother locked father in the closet to protect herself and the neighbourhood from his nightmares which burst out of him at the most inconsiderate of times
She leans against the door and says: “See the bigger picture into the future!”
He sits on a small hill of heels and replies:
“Make big needles in order to thread the droplets of saliva pinned under a blossoming Ox with antlers and wings, with long corkscrew lashes and grandpa ear bristles.”
“There you go off with your Bull again!”
He sings a hymn of giggles and chuckles.