It’s like this.
It’s all dark and my mind wanders
I hear music
I hear Elaine Page
but it’s not Elaine Page
What is it?
It’s not bad
I’m all wet
It’s not great though.
I have no control of my movements.
I keep straining in different directions.
I taste bacon, but only in certain places.
The darkness draws back…
I’m blinded and out of control.
I see horrible people, all staring and laughing and staring!
Elaine Page again
Hang on, I’m thrashing about and Page is like a mad echo inside my head
Back and forward I thrash
I’m Susan Boyle’s tongue!