Drawing the Unicorn
I wake up from the fact that a loved one shakes my shoulder, ticks my nose with the phone screen and asks something angry. The first thought was that the embarrassed marketing boy knew my number and now for his embarrassment I would be killed. Then comes the realization that it is a loved one’s phone. Then I see a message on the screen: "The Dragon does not collapse in the Epsilon surroundings". Then I realize that the message was sent from my phone, which is folded and lies next to me on the notepad. What I dreamed, why I wrote it and why I did not remember it is a mystery.
P.S The question of the lover sounded somewhat like this: "You know, Daenerys, we sleep on the same bed! Nathalie to Assange? Call me next time!"