AfterwardsWhen I got home, I could hardly find the willpower to open the window, make the bed and get undressed.
I was thirsty, but powerlessness won, and I didn’t move. Outside the blinds, a train shunted along sleepily, and the pillow blended with my cheek into an airy pulsating fabric. My pulse was quiet, soon I felt a drop. I spun around, I writhed about, I turned into bubbles, which furiously and musically rose upwards. By the plastic neck we burst and disappeared. My dream didn’t end, and once more, there was prickly flight along transparent walls, again the coarse blue neck flashed by, but we fled once more, burst once more, and firm and light, we hurried upwards.
I woke up. My mouth was completely dry. Feeling around, I took my cell phone from the table, which showed me that it w
