Harold opened his eyes after a loud crowing. He turned and peered at the magic clock hanging opposite of the bed subconsciously. It was already 6:30 in the morning.
"Oh dear! I am going to be late!" Harold's sleepiness was all gone as he jumped up from bed and tore his pyjamas off. He quickly put on the clothes at the side of the bed.
Doris was awakened by the rustling of clothes. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, and perplexedly asked an almost dressed Harold, "Harold, what are you doing? Isn't it your day off today?"
"Day off…" Harold, who was about to go out, halted. He slapped his forehead and smiled awkwardly. "I drank too much yesterday. I forgot that today's my off day. Sorry, Doris. I woke you up so early."
"It's fine. You have been working very hard recently. I should have reminded you last night," Doris said with care and concern. She stood up and hugged Harold gently. Her slender fingers massaged his temples lightly
