I was staring out of the window, thinking about the good old days when I could spend the night standing in the bushes in Alison's garden watching her watching TV or getting changed for bed. It is such a joy to watch somebody sleep peacefully through their slightly steamy window, like love in soft focus, and to not have to listen to her alternately snoring and farting her way towards daybreak. They say if you want to stop somebody from snoring you should gently pinch their nose, but it wasn't having much effect. I think to be sure you should block all airways, forcefully, and hold them down until they stop moving. What is a death rattle but a final snore? Sometimes the temptation is overwhelming. But then common sense prevails and sanity is restored. I would be caught, and then how would I survive prison with my claustrophobia? And she lies there, unaware that her lives are in the balance, every night we stay together. There was a knock on the front door, unexpected and heavy.
