The early morning sunlight climbed onto the windowsill, went through the thin veil curtains and lit up the dark room slowly. The room was in an extreme mess as if it had experienced a thunderstorm. A black bra was hung on a lamp, a man's cotton sock rested on the armrest of the sofa, a wet towel curled up into a pile listlessly and a glass of water stayed straight in the corner instead of being knocked over. Clothes were threw everywhere along the way from the living room to the ...