I woke up again. It was my room this time. The clothes what I hanged on the chair was looking back at me. The sun didn't risen up yet, so the room was dark. It felt like something was luring there, deep in the dark corner of the room. I grabbed down my flashlight from the bookshelf and turned it on. The room was empty. It was only me and the air in the empty room. I turned the flashlight off and placed it back to the bookshelf. The imagination is...