The boy entered the room, turned on the light and went blind. He was blinded by the darkness that hit him. Warm, dark. Torn to shreds of memories, grandmother's stories and unpleasant fantasies. Like in that dream. Everyone has had that dream. A dream where everything is torn into small pieces and scattered throughout your consciousness, where there is no beginning, no end in sight, after which you cannot remember anything, and then you go to bed carefully next time, get up five times and think for a long time before closing your eyes. The boy rushed into the darkness, as if into such a dream. I’m dreaming about this, he thought. Nothing bad will happen, it won't happen, it won't happen. It won't happen. Not with me...