Doughnuts in Winter

I'm standing on cobbled streets in a winter market in a nondescript European town, there are various people milling around checking out market stalls selling stuff. I'm standing in front of a large statue of some kind, I'm with friends and a girl who is with me, There's a stall selling doughnuts. I'm looking at the rings of dough being dipped into boiling hot oil. The person behind the stall hands me one. I eat it?


I wake up.