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Jinyoung sleep twice at night. First is like saying goodbye to myself, and last is saying goodbye to the world.
Jinyoung dreams every night. Different scenes occurs as he tries to make things goes right. But it never does.
First slumber would be him doing things he should’ve done earlier today. Next slumber would be him going on an adventure. But the stories never really ends.
Jinyoung would wake up from the first slumber, only to feel the sleepiness creeping to his head. And as he rests his head once again, snuggle deeply to his sheets, he was sent to another land.
You see, the land of adventure is amazing. He would done things he wants, in a Layout that he has created. And it would be unexpected, but it shouldn’t be? As his brain is the one who creates it.
But every dreams feels new. Even if he dreams about the same thing, he would soon realize or at least add more to the ending. Sometimes he could even feel himself thinking about how the next scene supposed to be. He guesses the Jinyoung whose working behind the curtain had some trouble of hiding.
But it sucks, that when he wakes up. Everything felt familiar. Everything felt real. And being real is not always a good thing.
You see, in a dream. A story would be involved. Intro, sub-plot, main plot, quest, and a desired ending to achieve. But in real life-
You’d wake up to a dark room. Well at least his does. Been practicing to sleep in the dark for awhile. He guesses it’s important to remember that the demon is inside your head. Unless it’s or 2 A.M. (yes he does believe in those superficial things).
Anyway, you’d wake up to a dark room. Sheets covering your body. If it was a good dream, maybe it’ll feel comfortable and happy. If it was an adventurous one, you’d feel your mind racing, plotting another move to solve the case. If it was a bad dream, your breath will hitch, and heavy, and sigh of relief when you realize it’s just a dream.
But then the reality starts to kick in. He needs to get up. Should I cook breakfast? I have to shower. What do I do next?
And suddenly it’s hard. Getting out of bed is hard. Eating breakfast is hard. Meeting your sisters is hard. Looking at the sun peeking from the curtain is hard.
Then you’d drink your cup of water. The one you prepared from the night before. They say drinking a glass of water as soon as you wake up is good.
And you start the day, scenes of dreams playing in your head, missing bits of part, waiting to be told. Can’t wait for the next second slumber.