Streetlights

slanted through blinds

and made the wall

a television.

We dived beneath sheets

as the bedroom

was uncarpeted,

the central heating

didn't work

and the nights

were freezing.

It wasn't quite our dream

because only we weren't naked

(wearing

warm but unappealing

winceyette pyjamas)

or blessed by the sun

and life soon intervened

with its requests for payment,

shopping, children, jobs etc.

and became ordinary.

Not that I complained

as our dream

was unchanged

became real

and showed itself

nightly on the wall

in high definition.