The alarm rang. I switched it off and continued to sleep, finishing the business of my dreams.

This was after I returned home from hospital, surviving a heart attack.

I felt guilty for lying there and yet I was only preparing to wake up, as I went from room to room, closing each open door.

There was so much that needed my attention, work to be done, a will to be written.

With the last door closed, I rose from my bed and checked the clock.

There were a few minutes left for the alarm to ring.

That was when I discovered that no one really agreed with anything I had to say.

There was no need for it now.

I switched it off and left the room, closing another door, noiselessly.