Standing in the remnants of a party,
I told my colleague I had put his (empty) beerglass
outside, in a dark corner at the bottom of the stairs.
Climbing those stairs (suddenly in- not outside the building)
was nog easy with my arms full of cups and plates
and other party leftovers.
It became even more difficult because I couldn't stand upright,
the last couple of stairs;
the ceiling was too low for me.
I had just told someone behind me on the stairs
that I would try to open the hatch above us
with my head
when my alarm went off.
In real life.
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