A made-up story (No.1) It was a sunny Sunday morning. I was walking on a path way in the park near my house, enjoying the beautiful weather. Suddenly, I saw a man lying on the ground. He was sleeping with his head leaning on a wooden bench while his hand was still holding a green bottle. The bottle was empty and he stank of wine. He must had drunk too much last night. I wondered what happened to that man. At first I thought there must be something terrible happening to him lately. Shortly, I realized, however, I was totally wrong. He was the guy who won a million dollars in the game show Who Wants to Be a Millionaire yesterday. So there was no way he got drunk because of the sadness in life. Certainly, he was just sleeping on his victory after emptying out a bottle of wine. What a taste of happiness! Then, I realized deep inside my mind I felt jealous of him, not because of his success but his ability to get dunk so easily – just one single bottle of wine, that was all he needed. Sometimes, I want to drink to madness then falling asleep to forget the world for a while. What prevents me from doing so, however, is that I am pretty good at drinking, so if I want to get drunk, I will have to spend all of my savings buying wine. The only thing made me feel a bit better was at that moment I was the one enjoying the beautiful Sunday morning, not him. I smiled and walked away leaving him alone with the dreams he might be having.