In the half-awake corner of my consciousness, I vaguely sensed a presence from a distance. Then, as if to wake me from my deep sleep, the sweet fragrance of butter and the aroma of coffee wafted over.
Memories deeply buried in my heart began to resurface again.
—Good morning, Ben!
Inside my heavy eyelids, the nostalgic figure emerged. Although I often recall her voice, it's really been a long time since her figure appeared so clearly.
However, compared to these, the person behind the figure that I clearly see at this moment makes me feel anxious. —The figure behind her.
"...Blake..."
I was awakened by my own voice. At that instant, the cold sweat that broke out made my heart race wildly.
The slightly hurt and lonely expression on Blake's face when he looked back at me lingered in my mind.
"What an annoying dream!"
