He had a dream, a very long dream. He didn’t remember what it was about, but he could remember that it was a very long one. He looked at his phone clock. It was 5:59. His alarm started ringing after 1 minute.

Listening to the beep of the alarm, he closed his eyes for a moment. What dream was it? The lingering imagery did not leave him. His body felt heavy. He felt like he could feel the weight of time pressing on him.

He barely turned around and managed to lift his torso upwards. His neck was full of sweat. He wondered if he wasn’t feeling good. The wind entered through the window he left open throughout the night. It brushed past his neck and disappeared into the gap between the door and the wall. It was rather chilly, something very unusual for August.

He closed the door and sat up. His head was still driving out the residue of his dream. Even as he washed his face and hair, his eyes were looking not at the mirror but somewhere extremely far. Just what could it be? He felt a little more clear-minded when he washed away the sweat he sweated throughout the night, but the traces of the dream turned blurry.

“You’re going out today as well?”

Bada came out of her room with a long yawn. Maru nodded.

“Why are you up so early?”

“Because I heard the water running. I’m going to go back to sleep.”

Bada drank a cup of water and told...