Your hands are covered in treacle. Soft, rich treacle. You raise them to your cheeks and smother those in treacle too. Now your face is covered in treacle. Soft, rich treacle. You open your eyes and look around. It’s got light. You didn’t even notice. You’ve been standing there all night by the shore of the lake playing with treacle. The bright sky bounces around your eyeballs, making them jiggle and ache. You look down to avoid the glare. There’s a duck. And a goose. Duck gives out a little quack. Goose says “Can I have some treacle?”. The duck nods in agreement. You don’t see why not.