(... a ceiling I don't know...)

The moment my consciousness woke up, it was the ceiling with the night sky in it.

(I don't have a constellation I know...)

I blurred and thought about that, and then I was hacked that it wasn't the case.

(Uh, that was probably an accident, right? It was the car lights that dazzled me...... but not here at the hospital...... no i wonder if the special room or something...... wow, the store is ok...... insurance card, where did you do it...?

My head rapidly starts spinning in reality.

(No, no, I can't help thinking about it... let's just call the nurse)

I was surprised to get up on the bed trying to find the Nurse Call switch.

"... wow..."

It was the ceiling that I thought was the ceiling.

And what I slept in was a princess bed like I'd seen in a museum. That's pretty fancy stuff too.

He gazed at the sophistication of the embroidery on the bed cover, also sagging the fuzzy cloth. It is overflowing with flowers as if the garden had been sewn away intact. Spring flowers...... although the shades are a little dull.

Honestly, I love these things. I like museums and museums, and I love these hand jobs. If I hadn't been a cook...... I mean, if I hadn't been a little more edible, I'm sure I would have moved on to art.

"... that?

I noticed.

(My hand, isn't it small?

Small hands, thin arms. Above all, the nails... are long and beautifully aligned. I won't stretch this long because I cook.

uncomfortable...... something, so strange, but I don't know that.

My foot I gently tried to cling to the floor is shorter than I thought...... and definitely smaller.

(Chi, shrunk? Me)

At the same time, I have a different suspicion in my head. I'm trying not to think about it.

I opened the thin silk that softly watered the light and looked around the room.

(... this is definitely not a hospital. I don't know, maybe not even Japan......)

A large room that looks like a little hall...... sunlight slips through the lace curtains from a large window and the floor is buried in a fluffy carpet with long hairy feet.

And then there's the chandelier over the head... nothing. I don't think this is a hall.

(Something tells me I don't like it very much...)

I've been thinking in a corner of my head for a while now. Maybe the suspicion is more right......

(... I don't think so)

Think, I tell myself.

Because that can't be happening.

Many times, deny the possibility.

But it doesn't change how many times I look at it.

(of children, hands......)

Left me alone...... little hands.

Long fingers, white hands.

No burn marks, no scratches when I screwed up a bit and stabbed a petty knife.

The nails are neatly done, too.

(I...)

So I couldn't possibly not think about that possibility.

(... maybe he's dead)

That night.

When I thought about it, something glitched into my chest.

Dive into the bedroom and wear a cloth to the head.

Nothing's safe in the bedroom, but that's how I calmed down a little when I was small and round in the futon.

But then, I realized even more.

(... I'm not hurt...)

It's almost certain that I was in a car accident.

And it wasn't like talking about the situation alone would have been intact.

Absolutely, you must have been hurt.

That means it's intact...

(............ after all)

The sensation comes and goes between 'maybe' and 'I knew it' in a dizzy way.

(Ugh, rebirth or something... like that...?

'Cause that's absolutely why you have' me 'consciousness. But this body doesn't belong to "Asae Wazumi"... so I first think of myself as a reborn person.

(No, but it's not, it's definitely not!... No, but you look like you're a child...)

Plus, the feeling of a fluffy bed or carpet foot touch lets you know that this is real.

(Yu, sometimes it's a dream ochi... I'm sure... I guess...)

But no matter how much time passes or how many blinks you blink, the sight you see from the gaps in the futon doesn't change at all.

(Yum, I think I'm going to be brave...)

Again, to make sure, I woke up in the first place.

Get out of the futon. Step on the carpet and stand firm, looking around.

Direct sun shielded interiors are better lit… beautifully decorated interiors, polished conditioning, and then flowers decorated all over the room… good luxury. Not only does it seem expensive, but it has good taste.

The walls are covered with paintings and tapestries, which make the atmosphere warm, which tends to cool off.

They all look like a scene in a landscape or some kind of story. It's a soft shade that women seem to like.

(This princess's bed...)

Bright colored wood with a sculpture on the columns of the canopy that is tight.

The leaves of the bamboo are dug into the leaf veins in real life... so much so that even though they are made of wood, they seem to feel their texture.

It's a really beautiful bed, and I'd love to have it if it wasn't for this situation.

(It's more like a fantasy novel or something like that than a foreign country)

Honestly, I like that hand story.

Not here...... the story of a world that is not real. But that's because it's a story.

I didn't want a situation like this to get into the story.

(I guess the room feels like an old mansion like England or France......)

Looks like a country house I visited when I traveled to the UK.... Country House means country house, but it's more right to say 'mansion' or 'castle', not 'house'.

This room you're in has such a luxurious and heavy vibe.

Second, I caught my eye on the painting that was on the front wall.

The dull golden frames look like age objects.

The background is obviously here in the room, depicted as a young girl.

(Wow, cute. Looks like an angel. i guess its related to this one)

I'm about twelve or three years old. Blue eyes on pale gold hair...... skin is white to pull out, cheeks slightly rosy, beautiful girl as pictured. No, it's a painting... Huh?

I laughed bitterly and realized... this...

I raised my hand half-heartedly.

The girl in the painting also raised her hand.

I tried to get it out.

The girl in the painting also bellowed.

... corrections, not pictures. A mirror.

"Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yep."

I made a huge scream, and then, too much to say, I turned back to bed.

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