She had dreamt of two lemons. Side by side the two lemons had been and they were ordinary lemons, the kind you eat. She had stared at the lemons for what could have been an eternity or a split second and thought, ‘Two lemons. It really brings out the yellow in one of them.’ The thought had ceased to exist after she had opened her eyes and laid there for a few minutes in this simple bed with the noise of the traffic and the smell of old cigarette ends wafting through the half opened window. The sill was clean and white and the sunlight in the morning always seemed brighter to her than any other form of sunlight, as the day goes on the light simmers and the hues become stronger but not the brightness. Lemons, she thought, why lemons?