The alarm clock is playing, and I can barely open my eyes. As usual, I dreamed all night of some kind of haze, as if I were in a dark forest, running away from someone. As if a forest scarecrow is chasing me on the heels. And here I am at home, locking the door, and it knocks on the shutters. Mom asks: “Who is there?”, And I shout to her: “Do not open!” At this moment, I usually wake up “in a cold sweat” and cannot fall asleep for a long time. But this time, the first ray of light made me smile.

“Denis,” I stretch from sleep, remember...