Within the edge of consciousness, Soma's hazy thoughts start to gather, creating a huge picture that will rouse his slumbering mind completely from sleep. A beautiful and soft humming that entered his ears drifted his consciousness back toward the dream, but slowly, Soma forced his heavy eyes to open.
Gradually, Soma regained the strength in his limbs; he was awoken and faced an unfamiliar white ceiling. The feeling from his back was so soft that he wanted to keep lying on it forever. But his mind was roused completely, chasing the drowsiness away.
"Ara, you are awake?".
Soma turned his gaze to the source of the enchanting voice that drew him in. He opened his eyes wide for the person beside him.
"Miss Lawrence".
"Good morning, Soma. Ufufu, It is pleasant to hear you remember my name so well".
