I step out and fall back in time

Yesterday.

Last year.

1980.

Dozing on speckled carpet.

Icy windscreen of rusting Mini.

Cocoon of Friday afternoon in front of the telly,

after school,

winter.

Heavy,

cherry-wood sideboard

under the stairs

and

mysterious books lining the walls;

Shakespeare

the eternal

Bard,

dark curtains

hiding the entrance;

behind which

an old-fashioned Singer sewing machine;

w/ foot-plate.

concealed drawers with

Bobbins.

Dark

mustiness of coats and blankets & lambs-wool.

Ice on the inside

of the sky-light

&

skinny radiator

straining

to maintain

homeostasis.