I dreamt that I was preparing to discard some old telephones and a large number of phone wires and electric chords with a wide variety of plugs. There were dozens of them, but I was keeping the whole lot in good order so that others could use them if they come across them. Unexpectedly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Hello, love,” I said quietly without turning. She got into the house without my hearing her, but it was her and no-one but her. I woke up before I actually saw her, but I was delighted by the certainty with which I greeted her. Only true love can give you such certainty, too. But then I remembered all the wires piled up on one of the bookshelves in my study. I discarded an old but working phone last year by placing it next to the garbage bins not far from my house. A year earlier I discarded a defunct uninterruptible power supply box with its cord. The wires and chords in my study should go the same way. Returning to my beloved’s hand on my shoulder, it was an enormous joy. “Hello, love,” I repeated before I got out of bed. It was morning already.