A familiar droning buzz creeps in. Must be the alarm, I thought. Half-awake, I started tapping my hand all over my bed searching for that alarm. The bed felt unusually smaller and firmer. Then I touched something smooth. Alluringly smooth. I slowly opened my eyes and saw creamy colour.
Seemed like someone's... inner thigh?
Felt like electricity coursed through my body immediately. The unfamiliar figure gave me a fright -- and she was wearing my baggy sweater!
"WHO-- WHO ARE YOU?!?" She stood there confused without a word. "W-what?" And I saw myself seated on the couch. Did I sleep here last night? "What's going on?" I asked myself.
Yesterday's memory floods in. This time, I recalled my supposed dream in vivid detail. It's exactly the opposite of waking up after a nice dream.
"This was making a noise." The young woman gave me my phone.
"Thanks--" I shook my head. "Who are you again?"
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Fate Street: Bae-Young
RomanceA textnovel composed of 150 words at most per chapter.
