The dream flew off in an instant, as soon as you open your eyes and see the view of the city outside the window. The memory of where I am and why I am here brought to life better than a tub of ice water.

It seemed to me in a dream that someone was touching me!

She lowered her cautious gaze down and was numb with surprise: an artificial bouquet was poked into my knee, the buds of which were made of paper, and the base vaguely resembled thin golden cords. This composition stood on a robot vacuum cleaner and then drove off, then drove up again, tickling the...