On a table near an outside door, a falcon marching in a circle, making little pip sounds , carrying a mouthpiece in its beak with a map attached — a rolled up map of greater Boston
Testing a bed in the attic for sleeping. It’s so close to the ceiling though, sitting up is impossible and my forehead is so close to the wood beams. It’s functional but claustrophobic, and at the very top of a house that’s actually quite tall. Someone, perhaps my brother, uses one of the built-in bedframes near the main door to the outside, and those beds are much more convenient. I hadn’t noticed them before, or they hadn’t been indicated.
This is my aunt’s place. I realize, as I’m setting out for a journey. I gather many trinkets in my knapsack before departing.
Another part, lost because I didn’t write it down in time: the character Woland from Master & Margarita appears.