In the middle of the cold night, a cold wind suddenly touched on my skin.
It awakened me from a deep sleep. However, I vividly remember that all windows in my room were closed.
I wondered how the cold, strong wind came inside if no one opened the doors.
I then turned on the lampshade and looked at the wall clock.
"It's quarter to two. I doubt it was one of the three men or Monica." I felt a little bit tipsy.
I thought everything would be alright if I go to sleep after getting drunk. But why it became too unbearable?
My head was insanely hurt and felt like it was being smashed by a hammer.
Weak and exhausted, I walked towards the window, and it was wide opened.
I rubbed my head with a big question on my face.
"What happened to the windows? I closed it before I threw myself to bed!" I murmured.
With all my strengths, I pulled it together and closed the windows. It was too early to get off from bed.
