Dream of the day: 24th December

Dreamed a little about Sartre, the kind of dream I had about Zaza: sorrowfully I reproached him for no longer seeing me. Dreamed about the snow, which had completely melted, and in the morning there was nothing but grass. I woke up at daylight, a little before seven o’clock, wonderfully rested, and cozy warm in my sheets I watched the sunrise’

(Simon de Beauvoir’s dream, December 24^nd 1939. Wartime Diary, p. 204)