I wake up early in the morning when I hear the chirping of birds. As soon as I open my eyes the first thing I see is none other than the sunlight that is coming through the window. I yawn as I sit on the bed. I looked around the room and found a dead body. Wait a second, is that crackyhead? He is sleeping on the floor with a blanket around his body. A part of me feels bad for him and a evil part of me wants to laugh on him. I touched my hairs, I felt oil on my hairs and that's when everything from yesterday started to run in my mind.

My headache, crackyhead and his massage, the talk about stealing stuffs and then I fell asleep.