I glanced at the time and yawned. It was just on midnight.

I’d been spending some time on a chat site, swapping dirty fantasies about our wives.

I turned off the computer, stretched back in the chair, and yawned once again and was overcome by sleep.

I awoke with a start, aware that I’d been dreaming. I yawned again thinking that I’d just dozed for a couple of minutes. I pushed back the chair and stood up, but as I did so, I moved the mouse and the screen immediately lit up. I stared at the Satanic image that came up. “Queer,” I thought to myself, “I would have sworn I’d turned it off, and how did it get onto that weird image,” and then I noticed that the time was nearly one o’clock and I’d actually dozed for the best part of an hour. Anyway I was too tired to think much of it, and took myself off to bed where my wife was asleep long ago.