I returned home in the early hours of the morning, tired and sleepy. When I entered it was pitch dark, and in order not to awaken anyone, I carefully walked up the spiral staircase that led to my room. As soon as I put my foot down the stairs, I wondered whether this house was mine or another similar one.
Whenever I went up I was afraid that another man- he might be just like me - was sleeping in my room, he might have been dreaming of me, as I went up the spiral staircase in this way. I arrived, opened the door, and found him there, or perhaps it was me, in the room lit by the moonlight. Sitting wide-eyed on the bed.
We stared for a moment at each other. We smiled, his smile like the one on my lips, as if in a mirror. One of us was wrong. “Who would dream of another? One of us yelled, or we yelled together.
At that moment, we heard footsteps coming from a spiral staircase. Together we moved in one motion, and so we began to dream that it was me who was going up the stairs again.
