What does a beautiful dream feel like?
Half awake, half in a daze.
It seems false, yet one is deeply trapped within, hard to extricate oneself.
In memory, the haze covering her face is neither cloud nor mist, and the weak calling of his name echoes ethereally, leaving a sense of vagueness.
Only that radiant smile is deeply engraved in the mind.
The soft feeling is like a cotton candy made of white sugar.
In the morning, dazzling sunlight breaks at the bedside, closed eyes basked in red glow, waking up from a great dream.
Sleepy eyes slowly half-open, light filters through the windows of the soul.
The curtains swaying in the wind make the shadowy beams of light leap brilliantly across the face.
The light chirping sounds outside the window sneak into the room with the wind.
Uesugi Sakura sits up from the much softer bed, dazes for a few seconds, rubs the brow, trying hard to adapt to the strong light.
