I dreamt that I woke up and that it was already morning. My beloved was still asleep. There was a lot of noise coming from the street. I could hear cars and trucks. Every now and then, there was a roar of a motorcycle. When I woke up for true, it was morning already. Once again, my beloved was still asleep next to me. But there was not a sound coming from the street. I was bit confused at first, but I quickly figured out that I was dreaming of waking up in Zagreb. Actually, I was in Motovun. Only then I realized that I was covered not only with a sheet, but with a quilt. It was cold overnight, and I had to fetch one. My beloved took one with her when we were going to sleep. October in July, as I like to put it. But the silence all around the house was a real joy nonetheless. No cars and trucks. Most important, no motorcycles, either.