The day had changed. The sunlight began to gently wash Lisa's room window, which was getting worn out, and rusty. The streets of the capital that had been fast asleep were now starting to wake up and start a new page to begin the morning.
Lisa should have sat in her office chair and struggled with the unfinished financial reports from last week right now. But the woman was still fast asleep from a hangover last night. Yesterday was the day Lisa got drunk worse than any other day when she hung out in the Sky Lounge. Her head was still dizzy to get out of her deep sleep.
"Lisa, wake up! It's noon already! Don't you have to go to work?" Kumala shouted from outside the room.
