The Morning of Fulfilment
I was deep at sleep.
The appearances of myself when I was young, and of him was repeatedly projected within.
A famous museum of that world. Even the exhibition objects made for an artistic spectacle I think. It was that grandeur, that sweet, and that madly affectionable.
In a sense, that was love.
There are many kinds of love.
Love, charity, affection… love-and-hate.
I think, I feel all of those towards him.
«…3 hours and 36 minutes…»
Each time I wake up, I always check how much time I’ve slept. If I don’t sleep for 7-8 hours, I don’t feel refreshed. That was because I was so excited last night that I couldn’t sleep.
The body pillow I use to support my sleep every day didn’t seem to work that much.
«Fufufu…»
I let out a sweet laughter before I knew it.
I have never experienced becoming this excited before so I couldn’t control my feelings.
The more I tried to hold back the laughter, a smile appeared, so naturally, on my face.
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