dream a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep.
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The sound of yelling, the smell of medicine, the white light, and the feeling of a wiggly stretcher made me dizzy.
"Where am I?"
You ask, but no one seems to hear you, the white lights of the hallway made your eyes blurry but you can see people wearing white clothes and masks.
"Clear!"
You feel your chest being hit by tons of energy and the sound of beeping machine rings in your earrings.
"What is going on?"
You said to yourself and you begin to switch again to another room, this time you are lying in a hospital bed, you see your mom's head beside you while she's holding your hand tightly.
When you heard the room door open the sound of a loud trumpet wakes you up.
You put your palm on your head and sigh heavily, you found yourself lying in the same pavilion, you quickly sit up as you wipe your both eyes.
Looking behind you, only to see the sun is about to set, you stretch your arms and yawn slightly.
"What is happening."
You vocalize only to earn your maid's attention.
"Nothings happening, Your Highness."
The Eunuch informs you, you nod at him and massages your shoulder.
"Perhaps the Princess-"
When you look at the side of the Eunuch, you didn't get to finish what you are saying because you already find her, as usual, she had her head lowered making you sigh.
"All of you dismiss."
You announce as you stand up and straighten up your clothes, you sigh again and this time she sees you.
You send her a small smile and signaled her to come, she gave you a shy smile but before she can take a step, she let all the maids and guards leave first.
Walking towards the railing of the pavilion as you flick your hand fan, you feel her presence beside you.
"How ar-"
"Are you okay, Your Highness?"
She cut the sentence you are saying that made you look at her, you chuckled at her as you mess her hair and sigh again for the third time.
"Just tired, don't worry. How are you?"
You look again at the landscape, the sun is setting and the darkness starts to swallow the sky.
"I am fine."
She said and you can see in your peripheral vision that she is looking at you with a concerned expression.
"Oh."
You insert your arm in your right sleeve and pick up the red rose, you turn your body to her and slip the flower in her left ear.
Leaning closer to fix it, you heard her breath hitch that made you realize what you are doing.
You giggle and bop the tip of her nose using your index finger, you fix her hair neatly and rest your palm on her shoulder.
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