The next morning, "ugh," Dennis opened his eyes. He woke up on the sofa, his head spinning and his entire body feeling so sore and weak that he was too lazy to even get up.
"Ouch... so weak... so this is what they call a hangover," Dennis muttered to himself.
Dennis closed his eyes again; his head felt like his brain was pounding against his skull like a cop slamming on a door during a raid.
"Damn... my head is so heavy... I shouldn't have drank last night... but in a situation like that, there was no way out of it since everyone else was drinking... ugh... my head," Dennis muttered in his heart.
Suddenly, a racket erupted in Dennis's head, making his headache even worse than before.
"Honey... where are you? I... my head hurts so much," Daisy number one shouted.
"Love... love... did you leave?" Daisy number three asked.
"My husband... my husband," Daisy number two cried out.
"Oh... where are you, sugar... ugh... my head," added Daisy number four.
