I dreamt that my beloved and I were sitting and talking on my terrace. Our backs turned toward the Mrina valley, we were sitting on the parapet. For some reason, we were several paces apart. At some point, she started leaning backwards, craning her neck, and looking into the garden under the terrace upside down. And then she started raising her feet off the terrace floor and lifting her legs high in the air. I laughed at her shenanigans, but I was also concerned about her balance. When she started rocking back and forth, I became outright worried. But then she flipped backwards and started falling onto the trellis right under the parapet. Seeing that she would get hurt in the fall, I gasped in a rush of fear. She was some way down when I woke up in panic. As I was waking up, I hoped it was just a dream rather than reality. To my relief, it was just a dream, indeed, but the horror was still with me. I knew that my beloved would most likely survive the fall, but I also knew that she would get hurt, perhaps quite badly. At any rate, seeing her in midair was horrendous. It took me a while to fall asleep again. “Just a dream,” I kept reassuring myself in the middle of the night.