It was pleasant dream and was quite simple in its structure

I was living with two women who were both writers

Whilst I was an unsuccessful artist

Both the women liked each other and they liked me

Which I accepted without thought

As it was our poverty that brought us together

Then to my surprise

I found myself pinned to the kitchen table

By Gabrielle who was the less attractive of my house mates

She was riding me quite vigorously and was lost in her own pleasure

But this recreation had not been instigated by me

And I could not recall its origins

Eleanor my other house mate was sitting in a chair near the window

And was vigorously taking notes on a purple pad

She was attractive to look at but her manner was abrupt

It was as I was considering this that Gabrielle covered my eyes with her damp hand

She then faded noisily into her lonely orgasm

I awoke later in a lemon bath

A year later after the success of her book Circles & Squares both of the women moved out

And purchased a house in the south of our shared city

I am now alone in this large house with my paints and canvasses

Awaiting my success