Mr. Brewster and a little girl

Mr. Brewster was under a lot of stress at work, putting in long hours and skipping lunches. On Sunday -- his only day off -- he ate pork pie and fell asleep in the afternoon. He lay on his bed, face down, on top of a pie-filled stomach, and dreamed of a sunlit afternoon in the countryside. He was a little girl in a printed dress, all alone on a grassy patch in the middle of a forest. He, the girl, was absolutely happy and didn't need anything else in the world. When Mr. Brewster didn't show up for work the next morning, everybody thought he got sick. At the end of the week, somebody heard that he was in a hospital. In the following month two competing rumors circulated around the building: he was either dead or in a mental institution. But then one day he showed up at his desk again as if nothing had happened and, when pressed, jokingly told us that he'd been abducted by aliens. He was significantly leaner and worked up a nice set of biceps.