Right before the alarm clock goes of. Dreaming that you overslept till 12:14, suprised that you boss hasn’t called you.
It’s light out, sunshine, spring or summer, people walking around, talking about the holidays.
The house is a mess, like you just moved in. Bags and boxes everywhere.
Looking to the south, across the rooftop terrace. A storm sky, as black as the night. Slowly moving your way.
Franticly working to storm secure the house, leaving stuff outside that isn’t important, grabbing the small bits that are.
Securing the shutters, and hoping that it will be enough.
Then the alarm starts blaring, and you wake up for real. At 7 in the morning, while it is dark out. Your head still in the dream, slowly finding its way back to reality.
