It was a freezing cold morning, and I was lying in my nice warm bed, waiting for the coffee my son had offered to bring me.
He was taking an unusually long time, and I thought back to our conversation.
As well as offering me coffee, he'd asked me to cut his hair (he hasn't had his hair cut in about 12 years) and talked about the upcoming taekwando competition (neither of us has done taekwando since before his last haircut.)
The whole conversation had been an hallucination, or possibly a dream.
That's when the horrifying truth hit me. There was no coffee being made!