"Good Morning"
Jim looked around and realised that nothing has changed, the same white surroundings were getting more and more irksome.
" Good morning, good morning, gooooddddd morninggggggg!!!!"
Nothing happened. The Jeon-look-alike was still right in front of him, making him frustrated but unable to vent it out (cause she reallyy look so pretty oh my god) .
"Mr Jim, to transit to your 'own reality', you will need to close your eyes and mutter good morning before you drift off to 'sleep'"
Right after she said that, she clapped her hands and a bed rose up in front of Jim's feet from the floor.
"Cant you have said that in the first place?" he murmured.
He lay down on the bed, as he felt his body sinking down the soft mattress, he felt his eyelids getting heavier. He slowly drifted to sleep and right before he did, he muttered under his breath
"Good Morning"
A flicker of bright light entered Jim's head, he flinched subconsciously and opened his eyes. Lights blinded him immediately, forcing him to shut his eyes again. A familiar alarm sound rang beside him, causing him to come to a realisation
"I am back? "
He slowly took in his surroundings, it was his blue room, with blue table, blue computer, blue piano, blue bolster, blue pillow and blue fan. This was definitely his room. Then what was the thing that happened? His encounter with Jeon Mye who was not Jeon Mye but looked exactly like Jeon Mye. Was it a dream? No it shouldnt be. As he was doubting himself, he took a glimpse at the blue wall clock, shit.
He threw on his work clothes, grabbed a bagpack, threw everything that was around him into his bag, his portable charger, earpiece and some coins before sprinting out of the house.