Unexpected Blossom

Switching body, Switching place,

Under the shimmering stars and the caress of a gentle night breeze, Zhang Zhehan lay peacefully in his bed,

At midnight, following his daily routine, Zhehan woke up at 12:00 to start his day. He typically starts working on paperwork right away; however, on that day, he felt an urge to take some time to rest in his bedroom. Instead of following his usual routine, Zhehan found himself indulging in a peaceful moment, lazily lying on his bed. Little did he know it would be his final opportunity to enjoy such tranquility.

Upon waking up after two hours of sleep, he adjusted himself to begin his day. He sensed a subtle feeling of weightlessness within him. It seemed as though the world had turned light, akin to a feather drifting in the sky. The sensation of lightness enveloped him, making him feel as smooth and buoyant as a feather. After rubbing his eyes, he gazed at the unfolding scene.

For a fleeting moment, he locked his gaze on it, his eyes widening as he became motionless, utterly captivated by the surreal place he found himself in. It felt akin to discovering a tree blooming with gold or witnessing a cat soaring into the sky.

As he glanced to the corner of his eyes, he noticed that the familiar and charming surroundings of his bedroom had vanished, replaced by utterly unfamiliar settings that were starkly different from his usually beloved room.

The room he found himself in was dimly lit by a nearby lamp, which cast a gentle glow through the glass wall, enveloping the area in hues of white, red, and blue. This was a stark contrast to his usual room, which typically had walls as blue as the sky and small white fluorescent lights in the ceiling corners, radiating bright white light. He had a habit of leaving these lights on as he couldn't sleep in the dark. Despite being 30 years old, he was aware that he still harbored a fear of ghosts, considering himself a bit of a scaredy-cat.

Now, as he gazed into the emptiness, his eyes unfocused as if sensing a presence lurking in the darkness, he couldn't help but ponder where he had ended up.

Lost in a daze, his gaze fixed on an undefined point, "Where on earth Am I?!." He questioned with a mix of confusion and frustration.

In a state of bewilderment, Zhehan carefully surveyed his surroundings, meticulously examining every corner of the room from north to south and east to west. It soon dawned on him that this was more than just an ordinary room.

Before him stretched a vast and luxurious apartment, adorned with extravagant furnishings, exquisite artworks, and a collection of designer clothing elegantly displayed in an open closet. The opulence of the space was evident in every intricate detail.
"Where am I? What is this place?" were the questions racing through his mind.

He rubbed his head, taking another look around. Even on the second glance, everything still amazed him.

"Where in the f*ck am I?" He asked himself for the third time.

Rubbing his forehead and giving himself a little tap, he exclaimed in his thoughts, "Am I dreaming? What in my wildest dream is this?!"

Lost in his thoughts, he felt a weight on his side, as if someone was there beside him. He was afraid of it but despite his fear he decided to turn around and see if there was indeed someone by his side.

In doing so, Zhehan was taken aback. He was struck by a surge of emotions that suddenly welled up inside him. His heart raced in an unfamiliar manner. Reacting swiftly, he got out of bed, panic evident in his eyes as he gazed at the sleeping figure peacefully lying on the bed.

"How did he end up here!" Zhehan exclaimed, looking at the person. However, he quickly retracted his statement, realizing he had phrased it wrongly. The question was not about the person; the question was about himself. "How did I end up here?" he questioned.

He looked around, scanning the area. He paced back and forth, occasionally glancing at the person. It took a moment of rare curiosity for him to realize something. "Does this room belong to him?" he asked himself, laughing at his own stupidity for realizing it so late.

He sat on the sofa near the bed and gazed at the man. "I suppose it's time to decide whether to leave or not," he murmured.

He examined the man in front of him and smiled tenderly as he approached and gently caressed it's cheek.

"Your face hasn't changed. You're still as beautiful and charming as the last time I saw you," He whispered.

He stayed like in that position for a moment, cherishing every minute spent gazing at the man. After a while he stood up and smiled at the man once more before scanning around the place once again.

"Is this what they call a lucid dream? I must be thinking of him way too much," He muttered.

He glanced at the man once more and whispered, "Junjun, Good morning" as he made the decision to leave. He turned towards the door, ready to go, when he noticed something that widened his eyes and sent chills down his spine.

None of the things he had seen will be compared to this, A beautiful girl with an angelic face, radiating innocence and sweetness.

"What is this? A mirror, A painting?" he asked, staring at it for a minute, trying to determine if what he saw was an illusion or a fantasy. It can be whatever it was except for becoming a reality.

He broke into a cold sweat just by thinking of it. Suddenly, he felt dizzy, disoriented, and confused looking at himself in front of the mirror.

"No way...it was, Me! I'm indeed..." He uttered as 3 dots of a perfect question mark appeared over his head.

"What in the world?!" he exclaimed, rejecting the truth that was right in front of him.

"How,...how this happen?" He asked in his thought. "Did I suddenly transported? If so How did I suddenly become someone else? Moreover, a woman?" He was both intrigued and confused about what was happening.

Seconds passed, and he heard someone move behind him.

The person settled down for a minute, and he could feel his eyes watching him from behind.

Filled with nervousness, Zhehan couldn't help but freeze in place, The person remained silent for a moment before finally speaking, their voice hoarse from just waking up.

"What are you doing? Are you alright?" It asked.

"I'm dead."