I dreamt that I saw an enormous praying mantis on my terrace door. It was the size of a hot dog. The door was open ajar, and it was perched on its thin end close to the top. The insect appeared content. It spread its wings wide and curled up its hind end. I remember it making a spiral. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I thought of my beloved, who was fast asleep by my side. Praying mantises always remind me of her. Belligerent beauties, they. And I knew why my praying mantis was so content in her sleep.