Jane woke up in the morning with no idea how she came home. She sat up abruptly when she recalled that she traveled far in the north and got drunk in that special wine the shop offered. Her eyes caught Hayri sleeping on the couch with his legs dangling on the armrest. When she found herself in the same clothes she wore yesterday, she felt itchy and uncomfortable, and so she hurried to take a shower.
Hayri woke up later and found her smiling, already in a fresh, home clothes. "Jane," he spoke groggily, "may I sleep more?"
"Sure. Move to my bed so that you'll be more comfortable. By the way, why are you here?"
"I got drunk."
"Really?"
"Yes, I was out of my mind and put myself at risk. So, auntie and uncle let me sleep here."
"Why can't I remember?"
"You're sleeping like a lard."