The events of a night at my apartment.

At 4am I wake up, since there's footsteps going up the stairs that go above my bedroom, though the upstairs apartment is currently vacant because the landlord is redoing it.

Later, I dream that I had just gotten to work at the resthome and am looking through my backpack for my work shoes that I had thought I had put in there, but I can only find informal shoes and sandals, including one pair where the soles of both feet are rubbed away so it's almost like the front half of the sandal isn't really there any more.

I put on the sandals to wear them for work, and I hope for the best.

. . .