‘What are you looking at?’ she asked.
He knew that instead of waking her he should lull her back to sleep, so he tried to come up with an answer that would plant the image of a new dream in her mind.
‘I’m looking at the stars,’ he said.
‘Don’t say you’re looking al the stars. That’s a lie. You’re looking down.’
‘That’s because we’re in an aeroplane. The stars are below us.’
‘Oh, in an aeroplane,’ said Inge, squezzing his hand even tighter and falling asleep again. And Alex knew that Inge was looking out of the round window of an aeroplane flying high above the stars.
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