*beeping noise*
"Ughhh." (???)
Where am I? Wasn't I just falling? Just what was I, and what was I trying to do? And just what was going on with the worl—
*Pain intensifies*
"Owww..." (???)
My heart palpitates in my chest. I feel nauseous.
My whole body is drenched with sweat the feeling only makes me feel sicker.
*beeping noise*
The sensation of the of the sheets... Are they really here? Is the one touching them really me?
If that's the case then I'm alive today as well.
Today as well? The fact that I can say that means...
"Whew" (???)
*beeping noise*
It's morning.
I'm greeted by the usual, familiar scenery that hasn't changed at all.
This is my bedroom in my house. That loud ringing isn't an ambulance's siren, but my alarm clock.
The time is ten minutes to 7 AM.
"Was that a dream...?" (???)
It hurts to breathe. I'm panting like I just ran a hundred-meter dash.
I might have screamed the moment I woke up.
"Mmm..." (???)
My mind can clearly recall the memory of me
having "a bad dream". But as for what kind of
dream it was specifically... I can't remember a
thing.
All I know is that it was a dreadful, sad, and
hopeless vision. Just how long has it been since
a nightmare made me scream like that...?
When I was a kid, stuff like that would happen
all the time. Someone would have a terrifying
dream, wake up while crying, and then would
immediately run over to me as I stroked their
head while comforting them.
Just who was that...?
*Beeping noise*
It doesn't matter who it was, does it?
I'm already a high school student.
An adult. I should be completely over such an
effeminate thing.
I take several deep breaths to try to calm
myself down.
I feel my memories and sense of reality
returning little by little.
Even so, I can't help but feel that everything
surrounding me seems hollow.
It's like the sensation of seeing the world
through a sheer veil. Or the sensation of
viewing the affairs of some foreign nation
through a monitor.
I'm a step removed from all of that.
I open the curtains, and the morning sunlight
pierces through the window.
It's the gentle spring rays of the late April sunlight.
*Beeping noise*
I get out of bed, and slowly stretch.
At the top of my outstretched hand is my alarm clock.
I stop the ear-grating beeping as if I'm strangling a small animal to death.
Just then, the date on clock catches my eye.
"26/04/32 (MON)"
Today's just the start of another day of boring school life.