Woyu had a good night's sleep. The bed was so comfortable, he felt as if he was sleeping in a baby's cradle. When he left his bed unwillingly and headed to the washroom, he concluded something with his muddled brain.
'I shouldn't have had the fourth cocktail…' He unzipped his pants and began to take a leak.
Suddenly, he stumbled back with an oomph. Sprays of yellow liquid sprang into the air and peppered the brim of the toilet bowl and the floor. He hastily grabbed the curtain and attempted to keep his balance.
Those cocktails were sweet, but the aftereffect was strong.
His brain was messed up with the dizziness and the alcohol in his body. When he finally zipped his pants and was ready to wipe the toilet bowl, he stumbled once again and smacked his forehead hard against the sink. For a moment, he saw nothing but stars. As he sucked in air to ease the pain away and the stars ebbed out, he finally realized it wasn't his body but the house that was swaying.
