You're in bed, fast asleep. You had a weird dream that someone is stroking your hair, you woke up and scratched you head.

You were about to get up when you saw a hair, a blonde hair. No, it couldn't be.

You ran to your window and peaked through the curtain, you saw your enemy lived across your house. You immmediately text him. "You were the one who's stroking my hair, it wasn't a dream." He replied. "It was. Perharps it's not a hair, would you like me to stroke something else?"