Paul felt like something was crawling on his skin.
He quickly opened his eyes to slap whatever it is. It was a spider.
He pushed it off his skin and that was when he realized that he wasn’t on a bed.
The scenery before him was something he did not expect.
It was cold, very cold and he wasn’t in a house. He was outside, and not just outside, he was lying on the side of the road.
The chirping of birds and honking of cars was what woke him up fully.
How the hell did he get there?
He tried to get up and stumbled. He was having a very painful headache.
He knew he had taken one or two bottles of alcohol but he was so sure that he wasn’t that drunk to sleep on the side of the road.
Besides hadn’t he like gone at Jenny’s?
Then what the hell was he doing on the side of the road?
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