Funny case at night: during the day there was a change in the apartment, as it often happens - not to the end. So, a while later, I decided to leave it and go to bed. In the room 2 beds, one right under the window (since it is hot - the window is opened. above my head. At the foot, next to the bed, a cushion, up to the umbilical height, with five tools-filled boxes in which I broke one leg in the afternoon. Well here. I feel like I am lying in my dreams. My feet hit the tumble. It falls, all the boxes and their contents fall out with a wild thunder. From this rumbling, I and Niipazzo jump out of fear with some foolishness, swing my head around the open window, and falling back on the couch - I feel like I slowly cut off with the thought of "Bla... well, nahuya...".