20 years after his death, K comes back to life again - it's all very real.
He always thought I was lazy and messy:
he will start to spring clean, painting over old paintwork, cleaning out my drawers of rubbish and replacing it with his neatly folded socks.
He will read my dream diary and see how he keeps coming back to life. He will be disgusted at my lack of ambition.
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