Irma félálomban

Irma is half asleep, her son is fast asleep next to her. Dream and memory are strangely mixed up. Irma knows that when she wakes up, and her son sleeping next to her wakes up, she tells him that she doesn’t love him anymore, that they can’t stay together. He wants to cling to this half-asleep state, which is light and homely, and in which he is perfectly detached from all the expected annoyances of waking life, including the forced separation.