How had they known to drop by at the most inopportune of moments, when I had fallen into a drunken stupor and was dreaming about laying on the beach, right on top of the sands, under the shade of a coconut tree with my gaze lazily roaming through the leaves and towards the endless patch of sky.
Not even Joker sensed them, even though the claim that Labradors have special abilities.
The doorbell and subsequent breaking in overlapped with the moment in my dream where the champagne cap had hit a coconut, and I didn't know whether I should duck away from the coconut or the mosquito that kept on buzzing.
(Translated by Ruxandra Ioana Vasile / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
*Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale.