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I opened the cupboard under my actual stairs

What the house dream asks you to put down, and what it does not.

I have written the same landing down twice

What a fortnight of notes shows you that one morning never can.

Elena's kitchen has a door that should not be there

It will not stay open, and she has stopped trying to prop it.

I knew where the light switches were

A house you have never lived in, and the rooms you had forgotten about.

What you sent

Two weeks of your dreams, one line each, and nothing from me.

There is a bucket in my hall and no rain

What a week of rain dreams says is already on its way.

Awake, and unable to move

The switch that turns your muscles off, and the morning it is slow coming back.

Ilze opened the window herself

Three of your rain dreams, answered short, before the week gets going.

It rained indoors and nobody minded

Rain in a dream, and whether anybody had put a bowl down for you.