Giant Squid - Dorothy Porter
I dreamt last night that I lay naked at the bottom of a soft black sea in the many loving arms of a giant squid our strange mutually enraptured breathing in perfect unison as we nibbled on each other’s preciously alien faces. At the back of my purring mind was an itch for a camera, to show the world my lover, my monster mollusc, truly existed. But in my dream I didn’t move. There was a terrific tranquility in just lying still and not proving anything.