charity shop dream

we walked up the road, her cycling, me dragging a pair of ancient speakers. her car was parked outside of a charity shop, covered in unsold items and a note that said "you can't park here." we went in.

"can I help?"

"just browsing."

I walked up the stairs and headed for the records. I pulled out a complete discography and set it on the table. I climbed out the window to find her, I swung around the tree branch, stumbled over the aging tiles and dropped down into the back garden, finding myself in a little kitchen, called her name and told her about the discography I'd found. she asked to see it, I told her I'd left it upstairs. we went up and it was gone. I searched the box again, and the table and then left via the window again. a man with a beard showed me his fangs and then walked away. I went up to the woman that ran the shop, asked where the records were and she said in the speakers outside and that they take cards if I was planning on paying.

I went upstairs to my friend, exited with her through the window once again and stood admiring the sunrise.

we jumped to To the floor and went to her car, all shiny and new looking. I pushed she pulled and we listened to the records on a player made from a tin can.