It was a cold morning, and I was around the house dressed in my white pajamas and my bedroom slippers, those fluffy ones that flop flop on the floor. I was exhausted one of those nights when tiredness hits harder than sleep.

I walked around the yard feeling a bit dizzy, thinking I was still inside the house. Suddenly, I saw my "bed" in its usual place: soft, huge, covered by a duvet that seemed to be calling me by name. I didn't even wonder why the bed was out there. I just thought, "How wonderful! I'm going to sleep right here."

Without hesitation, I threw myself onto the "mattress" Splash!

The "bed" was my pool. And the duvet, thrown by some wise guy (probably my brother), was disguising the surface of the water.

I dove in completely, sinking as if I were dreaming. But the cold shock made me wake up right away. I emerged floating, my hair stuck to my face and my white pajamas now transparent and clinging to my body, my slippers floating around me like small boats adrift.

And in a dramatic and triumphant outburst, I ripped off all my pajamas, including my slippers, ripping off the straps with theatrical fury, "I'll never trust a duvet again."