My neighbor, the woman I've been admiring from afar. She's always seen leaving for work hand-in-hand with her husband at the same time every day, looking so perfect together. One night, after getting drunk, she stumbled back home and collapsed in the hallway. Feeling bad for her, I brought her into my room and laid her down on my bed. As she slept there, clad only in her disheveled clothes, my desire for her reached its limit. But just as I was about to make a move, she woke up and left without saying anything. The next day, she came by to retrieve something she had forgotten. Overwhelmed by both relief and regret, I couldn't help but wonder if this was my chance to finally act on my desires...