Like the sun piercing through the horizon, slowly rising against the darkness of the night and overthrowing the moon, Mori's eyes progressively opened.
They remained still, staring ahead with no real grasp on reality.
His mind was waking up as well.
It felt like swimming upward, trying to get your whole body out of a pool.
He was doing it, however.
His eyes regained their color as he breathed in deeply, loudly inhaling.
Nothing stood out as he regained awareness of his surroundings.
In a flash, the past events since the death of his mother went through his mind, like a movie reeling it in before the curtain dropped.
His hand tightly grabbed the thin bed cover as he blankly stared into the void.
He finally sat upright, looking at a room he recognized.
Turning toward the side of the bed, he let his feet drop to the cold floor.
He touched his forehead, realizing he was surprisingly hot.
