In my empty room a voice said "A belt is to a man a snake like companion, with whom he travels through life". At that moment and in near darkness my belt came to life, slithering from it's coil on the desk and down onto the bed. The pin of the buckle quivered as it hissed aggressively in my ear. A paralysing fear came over me, not knowing if it's real or a dream. "It's not real! It's not real!" I turned the light on and stared at the belt in its neat coil on the desk for a moment to make sure, no definitely not real.