Lunch break.

I am walking in the rain.

I realise, that for some reason, I am not wearing sneakers but flat ballet pumps. How out of character. And in the rain, too.

There were no shrimp in my shrimp-filled fish fillet. Just as well.

I am allergic to shrimp.

Shrimp-filled fish fillet. Say that fast.

The light rain is leaving drops of water on my face, my eyelashes, my hair.

It looks more like dew than rain.

Like I just woke up from sleeping under a spruce or a rock, on a bed of moss, one morning in late summer.