I fell asleep feeling like I had just crashed my car against a mirage.
The next day, as I was leaving my house to go to school, the bushes in the garden were being trimmed by the gardeners, the folds of my pleated skirt were neatly ironed, the sun had risen over the hills in the East, the dedicated traffic lights structured the roads, the little baby had been fed, and the owner of the dessert house had set out the first freshly baked egg tarts in the early morning.
There was no sign of any abysmal agony or perplexities left in sight.