He woke up feeling light headed in a room he didn´t recognize, he was lying in an orange couch, quite an uncomfortable one too, the room was entirely orange, the walls, the ceiling, the furniture, everything was orange but the TV, in the exact center of the room stood a big, flatscreen TV. It was positioned to be in front of the hideous orange couch, in fact, it was like the entire room was built and decorated to fit the flatscreen TV, everything from the hideous orange couch, to the disgustingly orange curtains, passing through the orange colored chairs and desk, and the sickening orange wardrobe. Sick of all that orange, he opened the curtains to let in some light. It was a sunny day, and the feeling of warmth against his face was a welcome one.
"What am I doing here?" he thought, he barely remembered anything from last night, he had gone out to drink a cup of coffee in his favorite bistro, and then everything was blurry. He tried hard to remember, but the only thing he achieved