Your consciousness rapidly awakens to a strange sensation that shakes your roots.

I thought it was an earthquake, but it wasn't.

It wasn't the body that was shaking, but the mind, somehow felt like that.

"Wow, dazzling....."

When I woke up, the sun came directly into my face.

The irritation was too strong on the head of the person who woke up and rushed to cover his eyes with his hands.

The moment his hand touched his face, his brain was shaken by an intense feeling of discomfort that blew away his drowsiness.

"... nnh"

I do feel it touching my face.

Even so, everything in your palm feels like someone else.

Hair texture, touch, face size, contour, eyebrow thickness, eyelash length, eye shape, nose height, lip thickness, and much more.

None of it was in my memory.

No one can remember the shape of their face consciously.

Still, you have the opportunity to wash your face, remove hair from your eyes, or touch your face at least a dozen times a day.

For example, it can be recognized as a feeling of discomfort at the moment of contact with acne on the face because it is unconsciously remembered that there is nothing there.

And if you look closely, so is this hand.

The finger length, nail shape and muscle thickness are completely different.

The size of the palm is completely different in the first place.

"Ah, uh. I have a high voice."

Lastly, I crossed my crotch.

Yeah, there is.

Before the vocal period, before or after the age of ten.

In the meantime, I understood my condition.

It would be pointless to think about why this is the same as Marie-chan's case.

I turn my consciousness from the inside out.

Built in bungalows based on your location, wooden interiors, private rooms, and the location and thickness of pillars.

The bed is made of wood and the sheets are made of cotton.

Recently, I changed the sheets and pillowcases based on the number of falling hair.

It doesn't feel luxurious, but it's clean and well maintained.

There is almost nothing in the room that can be called personal.

There are empty vases by the bed and plenty of space for one person to sit and work.

Is it a hospital because of the faint smell of disinfectant?

Window frames are made of wood and glass is a poor item with low transparency.

The view outside seems to be quite sparse due to the lush trees, the pleasant sky patterns, and the blue sky.

It is presumed that this is a poor hospital on a natural abundance in the suburbs.

I'm a boy about ten years old and I'm in the hospital for some reason. The cause is unknown because there is no obvious trauma or pain.

Because long-term hospitalization is impossible with this poor facility, I came here at most 3 or 4 days ago.

The emptiness of the vase leads to the absence of a sympathetic family member or a direct cause of the hospitalization.

I think this is the first place.

Let's get out of the room and gather some information so we don't make any noise.

Pull the duvet off and get off the bed.

The chilled slab floor felt good.

Logickun, come in ~

I heard that voice just after I stood in front of the door.

It was after the door had already been opened when I thought I had lost the characteristic tone of voice of a young woman.

"Ah"

Which one of them leaked his voice?

I smiled, and my long-sleeved sister in apron blank with the door open. [M]

Yes, this sister was just calling the hospital room, but she wasn't expecting a reply from the inside.

Even if you are unconscious, it is an act of care that respects your privacy and speaks up when you enter the room.

Then the situation is simple to understand.

That the boy who was not supposed to wake up woke up.

"Um, good morning... are you there?

Sometimes I can read wrong.

Nevertheless, I would have been able to see a little more when there were no slippers or other footwear near the bed.

"Ugh, you're kidding...?

As if she had just met a ghost, onee-san snapped at once.

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