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The following happened when I was in my early 20s and down for the weekend from university, visiting my older sister. As there was no guestroom in her Victorian terr­ace house, I crashed the night on the lounge floor, comfortable on big cushions pulled off the sofa. Comfortable yes, but restless. There was a bright streetlight just outside the window and it shone through the thin curtains. I couldn’t sleep. About one o’clock, I was thinking of getting up and finding a book to read. I rolled onto my back and saw two boys standing at my right side, looking down at me.