I'm in an apartment with my friend Febe. It's her place (in my mind; I've never been to her place in reality), and it feels like a remodeled attic, small, with slanting ceilings and gables, in a neutral pale yellow.

We're talking over a book she is holding in her lap, and that I think she gave me to read. It seems like it has some very subtly funny bits in it, but the humor would be easy to miss if you weren't looking for something funny.

She steps out of the room, and I see a large bumble-bee on the wall, so I get up to see if I can get it out of the room. I don't have anything with which to catch it, but I think I can get it to crawl on my hand and take it to the window. But suddenly it disappears, and I can't find it again.

Her kitchen is like an island in the middle of the apartment, which is pretty cool, and I comment on it as she is putting dishes in the dishwasher.