After a week at home waiting to be called for work, Edith woke up on a Friday afternoon. The phone was ringing but she couldn’t remember where it was, her memory would only take her as far as the living room. There was only one thing to do: run for it, except her clumsiness was always worse in those first hours of the “morning”. She burst out of bed, but before reaching the door her clothes exploded out of the closet on top of her. She had to swim her way out of it like trying to find the surface after being drowned by a big wave. Finally getting out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, it was like the appliances were laughing at her with their blinking lights: why were they all on? Wondering how the apartment didn’t burn down during the night, she quickly turned all of them off. The idea was running to the living room, but that carrot on the floor had other plans and made her fall down. She bumped her knee hard on the floor, but threw the carrot even harder on the wall. When she miraculously arrived in the living room, it was completely filthy and she could barely see the floor. This was no time to tidy up, so kicking stuff out of the way would have to be enough. The problem was that one of those pillows was actually her cat, who attacked her foot like a tiger. Still in pain but away from the cat, she heard the phone ringing underneath the couch cushion. Now the much desired phone was in her hands and when she was about to press the button and answer, a huge crow flew onto the window glass and in a slow motion dance the phone jumped out of her hand, landing on the floor. Gladly, she managed to answer and say a weak hello, but work was no longer possible. She said goodbye and went back to bed.