Waking up to yet another nightmare which was incredibly unsettling, especially when it's like a recurring pattern. It's understandable to feel frustrated and even desperate for a reprieve from the relentless stream of disturbing dreams, where scenes of violence and bloodshed dominate. In these moments, I guess it's natural to wonder why my subconscious seems intent on subjecting me to such torment, and yearn for dreams filled with tranquility and joy instead.
The vivid imagery of people being killed, with blood splattering everywhere, paints a harrowing picture of the intensity of my dreams. It's as if my subconscious is projecting my deepest fears and anxieties onto the canvas of my mind, leaving me to grapple with the aftermath upon waking. The contrast between these nightmarish visions and the desire for dreams filled with the beauty of life's simple pleasures, like the blossoming of flowers and overwhelming happiness, couldn't be starker.
The persistent occurrence of these distressing nightmares left me feeling compelled to engage with my dreams directly, seeking answers to their unsettling content. It's understandable to question why these dreams manifest in such a gruesome manner, with scenes of violence and bloodshed dominating my subconscious landscape. The desire for respite, for dreams characterized by tranquility and positivity, becomes increasingly pronounced as U grapple with the relentless onslaught of disturbing imagery.
Despite the unsettling nature of my dreams, a heartwarming surprise awaits me on my bedside table: a comforting blueberry muffin accompanied by a thoughtful sticky note.
The message offers a glimmer of reassurance and affection, expressing a sincere wish for my well-being and happiness. In the midst of my nocturnal turmoil, this small gesture serves as a reminder of the care and warmth that surrounds me, providing a moment of solace amidst the darkness..The realization that my mother wasn't the one behind the daily delivery of blueberry muffins and heartfelt notes prompts me to contemplate the mystery of their origin. As I reflect deeply on the matter, Iam left wondering about the identity of the thoughtful individual consistently sending these gestures of kindness. The repetition of the same message on each sticky note adds to the enigma surrounding their source. With my mother disavowing any involvement, the question of who could be behind these daily acts of warmth and reassurance becomes an intriguing puzzle to solve.
Despite reaching out to Wooyoung for answers, the enigma surrounding the daily blueberry muffins and accompanying notes persists. His denial of involvement, coupled with his offer to bring some himself, adds a curious twist to the mystery. The fact that he would openly share them, rather than maintaining the mysterious deliveries, further deepens the intrigue. As I ponder the situation, lost in thought, Wooyoung notices my preoccupation and inquires about the cause of my concern. Opting to downplay the matter, I attribute it to my parents, and although he accepts my explanation, the curiosity gnaws at me, leaving me determined to uncover the identity of the elusive benefactor behind the heartfelt gestures.
Despite my resolve to unravel the mystery behind the daily deliveries of muffins and notes, excitement overtook me on the previous night, causing me to forget my plan to stay awake and observe. The evening held such promise and delight that the anticipation of what lay ahead consumed my thoughts entirely, overshadowing my intentions to solve the enigma. As I reveled in the joy of the moment, the identity of the secret benefactor remained elusive, slipping further from my grasp with each passing night.
Indulging in the tempting allure of the familiar blueberry muffin, I find myself unable to resist its delicious taste. After all, who could possibly decline such a delightful treat, especially when it arrives mysteriously and free of charge? Despite my determination to uncover the sender's identity, the tantalizing aroma and delectable flavor of the muffin prove irresistible.
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