David didn't know if it was morning already. He didn't know if it was a dream or if he was half asleep hearing real sounds. The clatter of a key being turned in the lock. The quiet creak of a door. Someone's footsteps on the floor. Something softly hitting the ground and a voice... Familiar, warm, but impossible for him to hear here.
Ah so it's probably a dream, he thought or maybe he was just dreaming he thought it. In the evening he thought of Gustav....
"If you sleep here, you'll catch a cold..."
The words sounded strangely real now. Sometimes he had such dreams that were almost like reality. This was probably one of them.
"Well, really, you could have gone to bed," muttered the illusion in exasperation, and David felt a tug on his arm. "Hey, wake up at last! You can't sleep on the stairs!"
Sleep on the stairs?
