On the balcony of my room, I didn't find the serenity I had hoped for at all. It's quite the opposite way from what I hoped before; I even remember when I woke up and felt something from above my forehead which turned out to be a wet towel that had lost its heat.
I even remembered clearly when I found the existence of the towel on my forehead after I woke up. I then took the wet towel away from my forehead before I sat on my bed and stared at the wet towel that had stuck to my forehead earlier in amazement, thinking about the person who had compressed my forehead with a wet towel while I was sleeping earlier.
