My face was bathed in a ray of sunshine as I climbed up the stairs, my eyes just half open, on this lazy Saturday morning. I had no desire to get out of bed, but as I felt the early morning wind brush up against my face, I got concerned for my health. My mind immediately moved to queries such as, 'was the window open?' and 'was the door open?' It couldn't recall whether it had opened the window or not. It was past time for me to get out of bed and move my gaze toward the open window outside my room. The draperies were swaying, and I couldn't...