I wake up outdoors, beside a woman I don’t know, in the winter morning light. There is a blanket on top of us that is covered with light snow & twigs & dead leaves. Underneath us is a mattress that I remember moving outside to sleep on, but now the mattress keeps dreammorphing back & forth between a mattress & a bed of leaves. I am surprised at how warm we are, how nice it is to have slept outside—I feel greatly refreshed. I’m also surprised that I don’t have a headache, knowing that I went to bed very drunk. Then I see someone walking toward us across the snowy field.