When I knocked and entered her bedroom she was sitting up in bed, her chin resting on her arms which embraced her pulled-up knees. She stared down at the foot of the bed as if there was something fascinating there.
I stood beside her bed and eventually asked "What's wrong?"
She remained silent, as if she didn't know the answer herself.
I touched her shoulder but she shrugged my hand off - she could be so tiresomely correct.
"I've just had a most... unusual... dream," she said slowly.
She shook her head.
"It may upset you," she said.