A dream of the beach:

The other week, I dreamnt -

I'm standing before a white wall in a foyer, and there's red tiles and an open door, and just beyond there's a line of sand and then the blue water of the ocean, and I can feel the heat just billowing and billowing in onto me.

And, I think, I should be going swimming, but for some reason, I'm not, and I kind of feel bad, but I also feel lazy.

. . .