Photography

I wake up because I am thirsty. I get up to get a glass of water. I see a flash of light from the window. In the garret across the courtyard from me, a woman is photographing someone. It is unclear what is going on. The thought occurs to me that I must put on my jacket, my slippers, run down the stairs, and ring their doorbell. I put on my jacket, then my slippers, and walk to the front door, glancing across the courtyard again. The woman is staring right at me.