I dreamt that it was early morning and that I was opening the shutters of the doors leading to the terrace. I close them every evening after dark and open them every morning when I get up. When I opened the shutters, I saw a man slumping against the wall to the left of the door. He looked grimy. In his mid-forties, he appeared to be asleep. But he frightened me out of my wits, for there is no easy way for anyone but a cat to come to my terrace. I started screaming at the top of my voice. When I woke up, I propped myself on my elbows and immediately turned on the reading lamp by my side. Fully awake, I could not imagine why I would be so frightened by a man on my terrace. What could he do to me? And why would he do me any harm? When I checked the alarm clock next to my bed, it was almost four in the morning. A good time to pee, I decided. And I fell asleep again as soon as I returned from the bathroom.