I wake up in my bed, feeling my clothes stuck to my sweaty body. I can hardly breathe because of the thick layer of smoke surrounding me.
Oh, damn it! What did I fire up this time?
I get up and blink a few times, trying to clear my sight. Furniture has already turned into heaps of ash that are spread across the hot marble floor.
Before I even make it to the door, smoke detectors, I don't understand what the hell they have been doing so far, start to beep. Large splashes of water start to fall from the ceiling, cooling the room's hot air slightly.
A man, dressed from head to toe in phosphorescent protective equipment, steps into the room, holding a fire extinguisher in his hand. I don't even know whether to laugh or cry at the sight of the heroic posture he has when he comes to me, read
