...father, sitting with a toddler on his k l lap, reading a book out loud whik l le he held a transparent umbrella u over their heads. I could not find my stool anywhere, though I had searched through every room multiple times. Some- one had absconded with it! Susdenly I realised: this was a sream d d ; it didn't matter. When I woke, the stool would be safe at hi o ome. I woke.