I don't know when it started, but I was in the orphanage where I grew up in my previous life, and from the point of view it looks like I'm a child again, I even look at my hands which were a little small for a teenager.
It wasn't hard to realize that I was dreaming of my memories of my old world.
I got up from the bunk bed I shared with another younger child, I slept on the bottom bunk because of my weak body, and because of that I bumped my head on many occasions on the top bunk.
Because of this, as I was getting out of bed I was very careful not to bump my head.
I look into the room where a second bunk bed is next to a table and two closets, other than that there's only a mirror and the window that faces the street.
