I woke up slowly.
There wasn't an alarm, no shouting in the streets or the sound of people rushing to work, just a faint sound of breathing.
'Oh... the world I knew is already gone.'
The familiar ceiling above me helped calm my nerves—slightly cracked, yellowed from the moisture and occasional cigarette and a chunk of plaster missing in the corner, which looked like a spider.
It seemed the wonderful dream was over.
'To think she confessed to me in the dream...'
It was still dark, so I gazed at the system's clock—thanks to it fusing with my phone. The date and time were always on display, even without a battery.
Not even midnight.
My body didn't hurt—strangely, there was no pain... instead, I felt warm. Almost too warm.
Like I'd spent the night wrapped in an electric blanket on max heat.
No... I lied.
Only one thing hurt.
My tongue.
