It was late at night, about one o'clock or something like that. You were sleeping peacefully until you heard books on the street, and in the end you woke up at the end because the rain was knocking on the windows and there was a thunderstorm. You, wearing only a nightie, looked out the window and saw a basketball player from your school- Jimm, standing under your house. He laughed and got wet in the rain, waving his hand at you.

—Hey! Actually I like you but how long the hell can you sleep?