Good Morning.

I woke up when I heard my stubby cheeks scratch my pillow. Isn't it a good drive to open your eyes and drag your feet to the bathroom to have a good shave! But the thing is that I couldn't find neither the bathroom nor the shaving lotion nor my razor! I looked around and it gave me creeps.

It wasn't MY room, nor it was my flat. Even the cat that was staring at me didn't seem to be mine! To tell the truth I have got only a fish that is as silent and ivisible as any sober-minded fish should be. I was about to blame Harry Potter for I thought it was his crafty intrigues! He transformed my poor fish into  the cat with his wand.

But there was no Harry Potters in the room. How could I find myself in that room? Should I believe in the UFO?