La Boutique Obscure: 124 Dreams

No. 50: February 1971

The intruder

Someone has managed to enter my home through the thin shower partition. He knocks and calls out to me. There’s nothing hostile in his voice, in any case. It’s a woman, I suppose; I smell her at the foot of my bed, she is whispering something in my ear; I am absolutely convinced I’m not dreaming; I wake with a start, a bit panicked, hearing myself say:

“What is it?”

(a few moments later, someone rings at the door. It’s C., who has come to have breakfast with me and has brought croissants)