Napping, Snoozing, Drifting Off

This afternoon I was carried away in the arms of Morpheus for all of fifteen minutes. It was that sort of dozing which begins as a harmless daydream, but which is transformed with the power of sleep into a frightening distopian vision of the future with jewel heists, surprising cameo appearances from minor celebrities and general feelings of unease. I awoke with a jolt to the sound of the telephone. To my disappointment it wasn't the MI6, just an estate agent.