After waking up, I simply lay there for a while, digesting a terrible nightmare. Invasion, fire, death, corpses. What a dream! I forced my eyelids open and looked around. For some reason, I wasn't lying on my couch, but in the hallway right by the door. Had I really been so drunk last night that I couldn't even crawl to bed? My head was really pounding, as if after a binge, my whole body ached, and my back was in terrible pain. I tried to sit up and realized I was lying inside a sleeping bag. And then realization struck! The nightmare had become reality. I woke up suddenly and sat up, looking around.
The wall clock showed half past five. Evening already? What a snorer I was! We'd gone to bed at five in the morning, though, and I'd had trouble getting a good night's sleep the previous nigh
