The night before my husband’s birthday (42 years, if any). I wrapped my packaging, laid out the gifts in unexpected places in the apartment, I went to bed. Through a dream, a child’s voice:
I want a loose...
What a cup?? to
A box for shoes...
He doesn’t have a shoe.
Okay, you will have a cup.
I want a cup of horses!
? to
A souvenir is sold. The horses are painted.

Tomorrow I’ll go buy a cup of horses. I hope he did not dream.