frugalito

I am on the surface of a huge balloon or small asteroid about the size of a neighborhood.
The whole surface is covered by houses tightly placed side by side, and their porches.
I wander around this floating city.

There are no streets and you have to walk around by passing through the houses or porches. Wondering around is like walking through a labyrinth.
Houses are old, one-flatted, filled by green plants; vines ferns and bushes.
Architecture is Tuscan alike.

Some houses are empty, and others are full with people – like within a social reunion.
It seems like somebody at my back – I never see his face – is constantly explaining to me what I see.

This advisor lets me know that I am allowed to keep one of the empty houses.
I wonder for hours, from one house to another. I can’t make up my mind.
I wake up.