Fiorella went to bed last night somewhat bummed. The Lenovo is acting up again, refusing to make contact with the Internet, which means her e-mail is also down.
Then she had a wonderful dream, a dream of triumph, like standing on the topmost Olympic step, overwhelmed with adulation. The dream was so intense it stalled, and she had to wake up and drink some water to recover before returning to bed. Another, less intense, dream followed and there was more success, but in a broader way that Fio can't remember.
But when she awoke in the morning, her Lenovo, like the nutcracker doll, was still broken.