I sleep. I dream that I woke up, came to work without a shirt, and I run home red... I wake up, I am terribly happy that it is a dream, there are five minutes left. I fall asleep, I think... in my dreams I see again coming to work without a shirt. I smile, I think it is nonsense. It is dream. But when the boss brought me to the side and said that my sweater dress is beautiful, but very short...I did not understand the trick at first.