At night I beat my husband’s elbow into his chest, and to his indignation I answer:
I dreamed you were deceiving me.
After a while in the morning I go out to the kitchen, my husband rushed to embrace me, kiss:
I am confused:
What are you?
I also dreamed you were cheating on me.
“I’m the shit, and I hit you for that, and you...
I am glad you are really alive.