I was dreaming about my homelife last night.
I was in my apartment.
I think it was in the afternoon.
The curtains were drawn.
I remember being remarkably lazy, watching TV.
Then I got up and realized that I had a lot of work to do.
The cats needed food, the water needed refilling.
I had cat vomit to clean.
The cat vomit resembled stale Cheerios and clumpy milk.
I was about to vomit, but I got it clean.
Someone knocked on the door.
I wasn't expecting anyone.
I called out "Hello?"

I awoke.