26.02.2007 8 °C
I was right in the middle of a beautiful dream, hand gliding across the snowy Alps of Europe.
I woke up.
It's 9:30am. A low rumbling had surrounded me. Was I still drunk or was the room spinning? The cupboard doors were banging. Clean glasses clanged together in the sink. My little Sumo, hanging from the light cord, swayed in my breeze-less room.
I went back to sleep.