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Osamu dreams.
With eyes closed and his heart palpitating to a steady rhythm, he dreams, but it doesn’t really feel like a dream. It feels different, suffocating, weird. The only reason he even knows it’s a dream is thanks to the bird and fox he has gotten quite used to observing.
Yet, even they don’t feel real. They feel like a copy, like a cheap imitation. Osamu can’t really explain it, all he knows is that this dream isn’t really a dream. If anything, it feels like a hallucination.
Then, there is also the fact that he keeps hearing Yamaguchi’s voice. It’s distant; it feels like it’s far, far away. “Osamu, Osamu please,” he keeps saying, “Osamu, your eyes— open your eyes, please,” and Osamu tries, he tries openning his eyes but he can’t.
He is dreaming and it feels like he is not going to be waking up any time soon. Again, it’s suffocating.
And yet—
The bird flys, high in the sky. The fox circles him, no longer injured. The sky is clouded, the rain falling gently on him.
The dream carries on and Osamu hates how he ignores Yamaguchi’s desperate calls because regardless of how he feels—of this dream that at the same time is everything but—Osamu thinks it’s going to be okay.
For a moment, it just really feels like everything is okay.