UNEXPECTED DECISION

Last night, James had just succeeded in drifting off to sleep when his bedroom door opened. Usually, he was the type to leave his room unlocked, so he hadn't bothered to shut it. But if he had known what he was going to face that night, he would have locked his door and even moved the dressing table inside his room to the door so she wouldn't be able to enter no matter how hard she tried.

In his dream, he was confronting Michael when Mira showed up from nowhere and began to hit him with her handbag. That threw him out of his dream, only to find someone inside his room, whacking him with a pillow. His window was open, allowing the moonlight to flood the room, but he also sat up and turned on his bedside lamp, gasping loudly when he saw a crazed-looking, half-naked Mira standing there like a zombie. They exchanged glances for a second before she burst into tears.

"You awful friend! What is so great about you?" She asked drunkenly.