There’s a puddle of ice and lemons. We jump through it, rubber slippers and such, making a rather pleasant smelling mess. Nobody seems to mind it, which is rare for a room full of serious looking, no-nonsense people. By the time we are done, lemon seeds are stuck between my toes and the exposed part of my foot feels numb.

We eat cake directly from the box. It’s funnily liberating and full of guilt. We are adults, we say over and over again, but we behave like children left loose. In the end, someone pours a bottle of dark liquid into the cake box and it’s a heavenly mix of all the good things.

I fall asleep on my front, hands tucked under the stomach, with my mouth a little open. In the morning, it feels unreal. My head doesn’t hurt and the floor is clean. That is slightly odd, yes