We have two nine floors opposite. I drink coffee in the morning and look out the window. In the house opposite on the 2nd floor on a pebble (such an extension of the entire house) comes out a nice man, smoking the pipe. A beautiful black dog came out. Fuck, what a beautiful couple. I begin to dream a little bit about meeting on the street, we would talk about something, then maybe we went to coffee together... At this time the dog runs away from the windows so 5, sits under the sixth and makes a huge bunch... He returns to his window, humidifies back. He is followed by the owner with a telephone. This is how dreams are destroyed.