"Something is wrong…."
Yet, nothing was wrong.
How best could he describe his situation?
There was a certain strangeness that loomed over him. Yet, he could only perceive it, not see it.
Everything was in place. His book was arranged on his shelf, just the way he liked it. His bed was positioned beside the sidewall close to the window. His closet was left slightly opened.
The drinks were standing beside the bed in case he woke up with a light head. The room was with no artificial light. It could only be radiated by natural sunlight.
There was nothing weird here.
So, what was it that made his heart palpitate?
Why was he so unnerved?
Reve jumped down from his bed. He was about to—
Wait, he jumped down?
Instantly, Reve blitzed towards his mirror and took a good look at himself.
"Oh, fuckery!" he cursed.
The problem had not been with his surroundings. The problem lay with him.
