Rooms and Herons

She opens her eyes and watches sun rays scuttle into the room on hundreds of tiny clicking legs. Her skin is still moist with sweat; sheets cling to her like mouldy wallpaper peeling off stained, yellow walls. She smiles. The corners of her mouth tremble and flop like a captured trout.

Fish glitter in the bright dawn sun: lonely heron wades through torn lily pads in the shallow water.