A softly lit nursery. Under a mobile of moons and stars a baby mewling in his cot. She unbuttons her red polka dot dress and releases a breast from her nursing bra. Feint blue veins and a coral-pink areola and nipple, heavy with milk. At the sound of the door she scoops herself back into her dress. "Sorry I was..." "Second on the left."
He scuttles off clutching his toilet bag .
Snow falling fast...
the galaxy scattered
over the dark hills.
Please could someone delete the original aborted version.