A long shower had helped cool my body down. That was an hour ago. Blotches of sweat had now appeared on my collar and armpit, telling me I had to get out for some fresh air. Walking half way across the living room, I heard the door bell rang once. Followed by strange, soft cries. I slowed my pace before opening the door. The cries grew louder. I hardly took my breath, walking around the front door. One step closer, I moved backward, in doubt. The cries stop suddenly. Bless me! What was it? A meow of a cat or a cry of a baby? A meow of a baby or a cry of cat? Or? It was just my peculiar imagination? I had to check it out myself but after I finished up my homework I thought. I walked entered the kitchen, grabbed a glass of water, drank it, went to the bathroom to wash my pale face, then took my half empty glass. UNEXPECTEDLY, I heard the cries again! It was the same crying from my front door. Ewww! I shook my head fast , pinched my hand, Ouuch! It was not a dream!...